Rosad froze. Judging by the figure opposite him and the uniform he wore, it was not hard to guess that this was Director Chen of the Da Shun Delegation.
The man should have been on the same level as him. Based on the information he had read, their strength ought to have been roughly equal. How could this...
In fact, he believed that assessment already overestimated the man. Although he had yet to break through himself, he was not far from the next level. However gifted Chen might be, he was still young. Perhaps he was strong, but surely not that strong.
Yet the strength this man displayed completely overturned his understanding, far exceeding anything he could have imagined.
First and foremost, the hardest thing to withstand about a Throne Fighter was the oppressive nature of their mental power. Just standing before his opponent had been extraordinarily difficult. Had he not promptly activated a Lost Object medal bestowed on him by the Federation and used that brief window to retreat, the fight would effectively have ended right there.
But now this man stood directly in front of him, seemingly unaffected.
Even more shocking was the intense pressure he felt emanating from that straight-backed figure. It came from the outward projection of a domain field and mental power. For someone at his level, this invisible information could be clearly analyzed and integrated into a deeper perception.
But the more immediate proof was that the surging Spiritual Impact had been stopped with a single hand. As the two forces continued to clash, the ghastly white light opposite them not only failed to break through but was gradually overwhelmed by the platinum golden flame. Finally, he saw those five fingers abruptly clench. With a sharp crack, the light vanished in an instant, leaving