I Will Show You How It Breaks
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen had encountered many elites in his time traveling across the world. There had always been a few that he considered extremely powerful.
None were like this Crape Myrtle, who made him feel as if he was being put under a microscope. The man made him feel as if his body was being watched.
His whole body, the whole conspiracy, and the deepest secrets he held in his heart were all seen by the eyes of that man. There were no longer any secrets.
Crape Myrtle's fingers pointed directly at him. It did not seem to be done in any special kind of way. It was just a random finger aimed to touch Han Sen's forehead.
There was no lightning speed. There were no shadows. There was no sense of this being a combat move. It was a random, ordinary lift of one's finger. There were no skills or anything of the sort involved.
A random finger made Han Sen unsure of what to do.