Relocating to the training ground designed like an arena on the first floor, everybody watched as Michael sat in the very middle.
"The exercise is very simple… but don't mix simple and easy. All you have to do is touch me."
Cayson scoffed.
"I like your enthusiasm. But keep in mind we are a lot, with several Lords among us. Do you really think you can escape us for long?" The man asked, completely misunderstanding the exercise.
In response, Michael chuckled warmly.
"Oh no, I wouldn't be moving a muscle the entire time."
Before anybody could retort, Michael's eyes gleamed as he unleashed the full extent of his killing intent.
"GODS!"
Abruptly those that had stayed too close to him felt lightheaded, their knees buckling.
Cursing everything he knew, Cayson crawled backwards before he was able to take a breather.
"It's not as intense as Supreme Lord Nicole's pressure, but it might be on par with an Absolute Lord!" The man blurted out loud.
