Crack, crack, crack!!
A skyful of fist shadows relentlessly bombarded the enemy, but aside from the first punch, every attack that followed struck the barrier.
After Dawn's punch slammed into Imu's face, he naturally had no time to speak his commands into reality, yet the shield still appeared.
This confirmed Dawn's suspicion: Imu did not need to speak to use his ability. Making words become reality was, in the end, merely a disguise.
As a god, Imu naturally disdained using such a trick to bolster his own image. As the ruler of the world, no one was worthy of his regard.
Everything he had done was naturally just a disguise.
That made Dawn even more wary, because it seemed more like Imu was concealing his true strength.
A man standing at the pinnacle of the world was still hiding his abilities when facing an enemy?
His lack of blind arrogance alone was troublesome enough, but this clear-headedness was even more intimidating. If Dawn had truly believed that Imu needed to speak in order to use his ability, he would have suffered greatly in the battle to come.
Ever since his appearance, Imu's displayed abilities had continuously guided and reinforced Dawn's assumptions. Based on Imu's previous behavior, it would have been easy to guess that he had eaten some Devil Fruit like a "Language Fruit."
Someone else might really have fallen for it. After all, the world contained all manner of strange Devil Fruits, and Imu's ability to make words become reality was indeed terrifying enough that having a fixed prerequisite would not have seemed unusual.
After all, if he could activate abilities through thought alone, then the countless thoughts flashing through Imu's mind every second would probably have drained him dry long ago.
Anyone with combat intelligence would not fail