Two fists cannot match four hands.
But now he only needed to face one. Even if the opponent was somewhat stronger, he still had ways to deal with it.
He didn't know why the King's Trial produced such a change.
But he was about to pass!
Taking a deep breath, his body suddenly swelled, and energy flames burst from his skin, enveloping him in a vortex.
A golden horn grew on his head, spikes protruded from his shoulders, and he entered the Genetic Release state.
But it wasn't just that; his entire body radiated brilliant light, as if two energies clashed, erupting with a terrifying force, surging forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring.
Dense energy particles, like mist-formed flowing lights, entangled Morris, almost like they were about to liquefy, tearing out a beam of light behind him.
