BANG!
The hammers of the behemoth of a young man shattered, his nose and face collapsing in as he fell by the side of the arena, barely breathing.
It wasn't even obvious to those well above Theron's cultivation how he had done it.
"You aren't in the First Silver Resonance." Rowan's voice echoed coldly.
Theron blinked and looked over. "I don't remember saying I was. But also, I can neither confirm nor deny. What obligation do I have to tell you what my cultivation level is?"
Rowan clenched his jaw.
The feeling of the density of Theron's Mana made him feel as though he was already in the Ninth Resonance, but that didn't make any sense at all. Who could accept something like that?
Yet, the subtlety and smoothness of the Mana, though it represented signs of someone who was incredibly experienced with Silver Mana, also made it feel a lot like First Silver Resonance Mana.
The completely contradictory thoughts made Theron an enigma.
Theron hopped down from the stage.
