Deterrence

His speed was so fast!

A tempestuous shock rose in both Buweige and Halidan's hearts at the same time!

Their attack had first been effortlessly defused by him. That incomprehensible, mysterious trajectory had robbed their bodies of sensation with just two fingers.

Then, he had seized them by the throat, forcibly interrupting their "Id Potential" state in an utterly humiliating manner.

What terrifying speed!

No...

Speed alone was far from enough to accomplish this. This came from overwhelming strength!

But the problem was, neither of them was weak.

Even if their essence was not suited for direct combat, they should not have been captured in a single exchange, even against a Shell Spiral mystic of the same rank!

"Is that all?"

The blond young man narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.

"So you really are useless... I honestly can't understand what you came here for. You can't help with anything, and you might even hold us back."

"You—"

Veins bulged across Buweige's forehead, his expression turning fierce.

His uncontrolled right arm hung limply at his side, yet he endured the pressure of the large hand gripping his throat and entered the "Id Potential" state once more. At the same time, his left hand flashed out, a knifehand thrusting straight for Gilan's throat.

Whoosh!!

This was his most practiced secret technique, called Razor. At full force, it could decapitate an enemy with bare hands.

Beside Buweige, Halidan, who was also being gripped by the throat, narrowed her eyes and rasped:

"Trade Wounds."

This was the essence power she possessed as a "Merchant," activated with the spiritual intensity of third-rank "Radiance."

This ability could imprint her own injuries onto the target's consciousness, causing the target to suffer the pain of identical wounds.

Yet Gilan's expression remained unchanged.

Whoosh—

He tilted his head,