Kallen reached out and stroked Little Kangna's head. He could understand why she thought that way.
A "genius" could sometimes be dazzling, but at other times was merely a number assigned to a trial product.
Every age had its trailblazers. Of those who reached such positions, which of them had not been a "genius" in their youth?
No matter how many secrets Fudeng revealed, Kallen would not be surprised. If he truly were unremarkable, that would be absurd.
But Little Kangna's thinking went a layer deeper. If the Whip Bearer were stupid, then Aoji being stupid would be understandable. But the Whip Bearer gave her a feeling very similar to Kallen, so how had Aoji managed to remain so stupid?
Over at the battlefield, once both sides abandoned their contest of Spell Arts and Demon Beasts and turned to the most direct means of combat, the duel between the two Whip Bearers officially entered garbage time.
Fudeng already held an absolute advantage in both his condition and equipment. Even setting those aside, Kallen felt that Fudeng still had the upper hand in sheer strength, leaving Buken completely unable to stir up trouble or produce any surprises.
Thus, Buken's cursing truly was no act. He was speaking straight from the heart.
Below and above the sea, their figures rapidly appeared and disappeared.
Every thrust of Fudeng's spear formed a circular black hole dozens of meters across where he stood. Rather than disappearing immediately, the black holes remained for a long time.
Seawater poured into them, and clouds were dragged inside as well.
Soon, dozens of enormous whirlpools appeared on the sea, while the sky looked as though dozens of great holes had been punched through it.
Viewed from the ground, the sea, the sky, and everything before them seemed unreal, like