The white light orb, like a small sun, captured everyone's attention, making their breathing feel a little stifled and their eyes slightly sore. Even so, they couldn't help but keep staring at it. Despite being only fist-sized, the light orb surprised Cook enough that he chose to run without hesitation.
Kane let out a proud laugh, his face full of satisfaction. Ever since the taunting began, he hadn't felt so joyful. Now he could force his opponent to turn and flee with just a small metal rod. How could that not make him happy? Kane even thought that if he had a hundred of these peculiar metal rods, he might conquer the world. This thought passed through his mind briefly before he stopped himself.
At that moment, an extremely bad feeling emerged in Kane's mind. He didn't know where it came from, but he knew that if he stayed here, he would definitely be in big trouble. It was an intuition, almost like a beast's instinct.
