At a physical level, he was taken aback by the silent, smooth, but tremendous flood of materia prima flowing through her body.
"How pristine."
Martial Sages were messy. Materia prima was like a shackled beast that desperately struggled and writhed, trying to break free of its shackles. It took many, many years of experience and training to truly subjugate the beast well.
Yet, the beast within her body was not shackled.
It obeyed her unquestionably.
"You're going to die if you don't stop holding back, Dad," her amber eyes blazed with an unfathomable amount of power.
"So it would seem." An enthusiastic smile emerged on his face.
WHOOSH
In the span of nanoseconds, Ria's fist arrived a centimeter away from his face.
Even with all of his might, trying to tank an attack that could shatter a moon with his face with just his Martial Body was suicide.
That was why he chose to dodge it.
WHOOSH
Even before he could react, his body had already moved.
It moved on its own.
