Theron sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. It looked almost like he was going to cut his face with his own dagger the way he moved so casually, but right now, maybe even if he didn't want to, he would still be so relaxed.
That wine was actually quite good. Maybe a little too good.
"Am I supposed to be afraid?" Theron asked with a smile.
The Merchant King's eyes narrowed. Theron was really unmoved by his King Aura, and that was undoubtedly shocking. Facing off against a King Realm expert was like being forced to listen to the word Voidwrought be spoken again and again.
"You lost to me as a Seventh Resonance Dome of Heaven expert, but in case you forgot, I'm only a Quasi Cloud Mancer. Did you think ticking up a few tiers was going to be enough to make me respect you all of a sudden? You're weak."
For a moment, the Merchant King said nothing at all, and then he burst into uproarious laughter once more.
