Jumping off the high building, rushing through the streets, the chase game between Bologue and the Regent King continued, a terrifying pressure looming close like a roaring steamroller, intent on crushing everything in its path into fragments.
After a brief exchange, Bologue had gained a rough understanding of this mysterious Regent King. Aside from his Secret Energy and that eerie Shadow Blade, his most distinctive feature was his peculiar aura.
An aura is a very mystical thing, and Bologue didn't have concrete criteria to judge it, but it acted like a label, allowing Bologue to quickly understand some people.
The Regent King had a particular sense of aloofness, as if he didn't belong to this world, a noble existence apart from it. His gaze, like Bologue's, always seemed fixed on the distance, never focused.
But Bologue was because of nearsightedness, while the Regent King was purely due to an arrogance that had sunk into his bones.
