But the enraged Absolute King soon regained his composure, narrowing his eyes and fixing his gaze on Galahad.
"You're that King of Bloating?"
The Absolute King enunciated each word, probing Galahad.
Though he was furious, the strength Galahad had just displayed, along with the composure unique to the strong, had far exceeded the Absolute King's expectations.
If he was the King of Bloating, that was fine. But if he wasn't, things would be somewhat tricky. He would have to reassess the King of Bloating's strength.
"How could I dare claim that? I am merely a foot soldier of the King, not even the slightest fraction of my King's mighty stature.
"If my King were here, I fear you and your pitiful soldiers would already have fled in panic, for anyone even a step too slow would become my King's food!"
Galahad spoke as though every word were true, his tone laden with threats. Had Yang Yi been present, he probably would have lost his composure, because the boasting had gone a little too far for even his thick skin to bear.
Besides, Galahad's strength was there for all to see. The words of the strong were always especially convincing. Even if they were boasting, the other party had to weigh their words over and over.
Sure enough, the moment he finished speaking, all three Kings fell silent, different expressions appearing on their faces, as though they were assessing what his words meant.
The War King's expression darkened first, but soon he could barely suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth, which curled upward as though beyond his control. He looked at Galahad, then at Daishi and Qin Ming beside him, the fighting spirit within him swelling ever higher as he itched to fight.
"Where is your King? Invite