"Can't take it, so does that mean you can't beat me?"
A glimmer of eerie light flashed in Liek's eyes.
If it were the Third Saint Son Yorkshire, he would have probably erupted into rage: "Why can't I beat you? Who says I can't beat you? I'll prove I can!" And then he'd go on a highly emotional, frantic spree.
Liek was different.
He was very confident, having great faith in his perception and judgment.
Since he had the feeling that "this punch might not be stopped," it was highly likely it couldn't be stopped—and that was no big deal at all!
The key was how to respond.
Liek flipped his hand, and in his palm, a flame with a hint of purple erupted "Boom!"
The flame was thick with nether death qi, representing Liek's true specialty: the "Necromancy Fire Series."
Within the ghostly flame, a drop of fresh blood was faintly visible, wrapped inside and burning fiercely.
Liek's strategy was simple: ignite the Blood of the Fire God in his hand using his lifebound magic series.
