"Take One Hit." (Moon Tickets Requested)
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In that instant, the oppressive atmosphere filling the entire area seemed to gain gravity, becoming incomparably heavy.
The magical power surging from Luo Zhen was like tangible gravity, making everyone's shoulders sink as the ground began to tremble faintly.
If one only considered the quantity of magical power, then in his normal state, Luo Zhen was still slightly weaker than Stella.
However, Luo Zhen could control magical power perfectly. He could even draw on the magical power in the atmosphere, bringing all the power in the surrounding area under his command. As a result, the magical power he released completely shook this stretch of heaven and earth, bringing with it a terrifying sense of oppression.
Feeling this terrifying magical power, everyone present revealed horrified expressions.
Wahlstein in particular already had cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and he was inwardly cursing his luck.
Brave?
How could that be possible?
As one of the leaders of the Rebellion Army, Wahlstein knew very well just how terrifying the young man before him was.
Back when the three great powers had surrounded and attacked Luo Zhen, Wahlstein had not participated because he had needed to guard their headquarters.
However, Wahlstein had clearly seen that after that battle, their leader—who was countless times stronger than him—had returned with an expression of fear constantly hanging on his face.
That expression was as though he had witnessed some unbelievable and terrifying existence, leaving a psychological shadow in his heart. It had even caused one of the three great fiends, the underground world's overlord known as the "Tyrant," to wake screaming from his dreams countless times.
And Wahlstein had heard words like these from the "Tyrant" more than once.
"Don't provoke that person... Absolutely not..."
Those words had been deeply