"Do you still want more? I can give you more."
Occam said with a grin, his tone languid. It seemed like a normal thing to say but it made Blackbeard Titch feel enormous psychological pressure and threat.
This time, he had hit the nail on the head. He did not expect Occam to become so powerful. This was completely unexpected.
In his mind, he thought that Occam was just a new guy. How could he have come up so quickly and fought with him?
Was this possible?
This was impossible. He did not think it was possible.
However, the truth had slapped him in the face, a very loud slap. He understood. He was wrong, very wrong.
His words were like the whispers of a hungry ghost from hell, making him feel fear from the abyss.
He was afraid. He was so afraid that he almost pissed in his pants.