BANG.
Theron's spear appeared before his body, a fist bending almost to the point it touched his chest. There was a silly smile on his face as he skidded back.
He found this world of cultivation so fascinating. The Merchant King was just a Seventh Resonance Dome of Heaven Mancer, and yet his power made all the ones that he had fought until now feel like nothing more than a joke.
Not too far away, even Ayame's eyes narrowed. The moment the Merchant King had said something about his title, she felt something within her stir.
BANG.
The two separated, and Theron swayed as though all the power his body had just exploded with vanished.
The Merchant King seemed a bit surprised that Theron was still standing. He looked at his own fist as though he wanted to blame it.
"It seems I'm a bit rusty." He cracked his neck, and the floor beneath him sank by a level as though his weight had increased by several orders of magnitude.
