Altre looked at Lyon, "Where is your weapon?"
"Look here," said Lyon as he opened his right hand, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Altre gripped his weapon more tightly as his eyes focused on his right palm. The latter's finger slightly bent as if he was gripping air.
*Pak!
Lyon casually slapped his face with his left hand instead. The unimaginable force from that casual motion actually sent him away.
Time froze as the onlookers couldn't blink their eyes. They refused to process what just happened right inside their brain. Their lips tried to come up with a word but their mouth couldn't even shut. All of their thoughts stuck inside their throat however the image of Lyon casually slapping a True God cultivator of heaven was burnt inside their very souls.
"Altre!" shouted Felicia before her abdomens got kicked by Cecile.
