Step by step, he closed in like the Grim Reaper descending. Golden metal boots struck the polished marble floor of the hall, producing a string of crisp, echoing taps.
Like a prelude to death.
The Three Education Committee Members, Flander, and the others could do nothing despite their wishes.
Having fully ascended to the Seventh Sense meant Bai Ge was already invincible.
That Seventh Sense cosmos brimming with killing intent pressed down on everyone present until they could not even raise their heads.
Once one truly entered the Seventh Sense, the Lightspeed Fist became a basic skill.
Although every Lightspeed Fist could shatter a planet, its power enough to destroy stars, any Golden Saint Cloth could perfectly control its force, destroying only the target without causing any collateral damage.
(The above is the setting for the Lightspeed Fist, so Earth-kun remained safe not only because of the gods' seals and reinforced barriers, but also because the Golden Saints controlled the power of their attacks.)
The Seventh Sense was absolute control over strength and energy—an instinctive, effortless control at one's whim.
If one could not even control one's own strength, a basic quality of the strong, then would one not be inferior even to Dis and Abu, those two disgraces among the Golden Saints? Bai Ge would truly be a laughingstock then.
(So don't wonder why the protagonist did not punch Douluo Continent into ash.
The protagonist had already controlled his own strength—or rather, the magnitude of his power was entirely under his own control.
The question was not whether he could or could not, but whether he wanted to or not.
Just like in episode eighteen of Mebius, one beam destroyed Oshima Comet, but once he reached Earth, it only destroyed monsters. If it truly had the power to destroy