The projection created by the trial space—the "fake Punk" currently beating up some unlucky trial-taker—was truly, incredibly powerful. With nothing more than an inexplicable shockwave and an inexplicable teleportation, it could send Kane, a level-fifty-five Bright Moon warrior, flying through the sky like a volleyball, unable even to release a combat technique.
So, was the real Punk as strong as this impostor?
The answer was, of course, no.
Although Whisper of Destruction certainly possessed greater power than a certain Golden Flash Knight, it was absolutely impossible for him to utterly crush a combat-oriented professional just one level below himself. After all, he could not unleash the terrifying attacks fake Punk used to shatter five or six layers of a Bright Moon Knight's battle aura shields with a single slap, nor could his Mind Swap allow him to appear behind someone out of thin air like fake Punk did.
After all, although the shadow created by the trial space was still limited to peak Bright Moon-level movement and attack methods, its casting speed was likely beyond even most Blazing Sun Thrones. That ability to cast two spells continuously, simultaneously, and at terrifying speed was enough to leave not only Kane, but any Bright Moon professional in the Multiverse helplessly battered!
So although being "inferior to a fake" sounded somewhat depressing, Kane had indeed been scaring himself up to this point.
After all, in his eyes, the strange and utterly unknown spell Punk had used—the terrifying means of appearing behind him out of thin air—was precisely what he feared. How could he have known that Mind Swap required a psychic coordinate for guidance? Teleporting all over the sky was complete nonsense.
In fact, if Kane had merely released a perception scan of his surroundings at the postal hub, he would certainly have