"You…"
Hearing Leonel speak to the White Lion Bow in such a way, an undisguised fury lit in the eyes of the three young men.
Discarding the White Lion Bow? Forcing it to be obedient? What kind of ridiculously arrogant words were these? No, it was even worse than that, it was blasphemy of the highest order and it only seemed to confirm the speculation about the dubious methods by which Leonel gained control over the White Lion Bow.
Unfortunately for them, Leonel was still not listening to them, his mind entirely focused on the Force Art before him.
At that moment, the Force Art surged forward, fusing with Leonel's eyes before he could properly react to what was going on.