467 Bill McGill

A long, quiet silence followed.

Liam had no clue what he just witnessed.

What exactly happened?

The puppet that countless Zeniths couldn't damage, the old man erased from existence. 

The onlookers had dumb expressions.

The Iron Hammer gave Liam a broad, cheeky smile. 

"Hahaha! The dumb look on your face makes this little pissing contest worth it."

"That's not even a sword," Liam said with a frown. "It's a bomb. You can't just change a concept of a sword so—"

"Where's the flames?" Kamjin interrupted with a cheeky expression. "Did you see a wisp of fire?"

There was a pause.

In truth, Liam didn't see any element being used. 

But due to the way the dummy was incinerated, he assumed fire was used.

Except, it wasn't.

Now that he thought about it for a second, he realized something.

The puppet didn't disintegrate all at once, although it seemed like it did.