The tension in the room heightened as the ten instructors stared at Damien with killing intent.
Amon felt the pressure spike to a point where even breathing became difficult and he was gradually starting to suffocate under the thick weight in the air.
"Hehe," Damien laughed with a shrug.
Instantly, Amon felt the pressure vanish like drifting mist.
"Which of you want me to check if your faces are still soft?" Damien raised his right hand and stared at the instructors, causing them to flinch slightly in fear.
On the side, Amon watched the whole display in amazement.
And to think… this was merely Damien's clone.
If it was his main body, would the instructors even survive a single slap?
Many thoughts flickered through Amon's mind as he stared at Damien's laid back expression.
"It's a minor misunderstanding," Damien said with a smile. "My disciple understands his mistake and will try not to repeat it. Okay?"
