"Master, the situation is already very bad. Why do you need to test me in this situation?" Thorn pleaded, his voice tinged with genuine fear.
He could feel Shenlong's strength ebbing away, a slow, terrifying drain.
The powerful pressure that Shax had applied was still at work, a testament to the demon's monstrous talent.
"Not to scare you and all," Shenlong replied, his voice calm as still water, "but my strength is still decreasing. In a minute or so, I will not be his match."
He liked to tease his disciple, but there was also a genuine reason for this.
He wanted the brute-force-loving Thorn to learn how to use his mind, not just his muscles. "Thus, you need to think of the reason, and quick."
Thorn didn't reply this time. His mind was racing, his newfound Analyser talent working at full capacity, dissecting every shred of information he had on Shax's terrifying ability.
After a few seconds, he blurted out, "Master, why don't we just blow him to shreds?"
