The two disciples from Sacred Wrym Summit moved with lightning speed, swiftly dislocating Predator's arms. In an instant, he was left powerless, his arms hanging limp after just one clash.

But Predator wasn't about to give up. Despite his dislocated arms rendering him immobile, he still snarled and lunged at one of the disciples with his mouth wide open.

The disciple held his ground, and a shimmering golden light enveloped his body.

With a sharp impact, Predator rammed headfirst into the gold