Ning's eyes narrowed with a sharp glare. 'Number 3? They're just skipping all the numbers now, aren't they?'
From 7 to 5 to 3, they were sending the higher numbered fighters after him. Ning couldn't help but wonder if the numbers truly represented their strength or not, and if it did, why they hadn't sent number 1 already. Were they not aware that he was just that much stronger?
Godhood turned toward the monkey, his voice taking on that ethereal quality once more. "Friend, you do not have to live this life of crime. Stop this—"
"Save your breath," the monkey said, cutting him off entirely. "Your little trick won't work on me."
Godhood's eyes widened slightly. It was the first time he had seen his power fail so completely. There were people that took more than a few words to get to, but even they were at least lulled by his voice the first time around.
How was this man not affected by his voice?
