Ryu looked up into the skies, feeling the pressure that seemed to want to obliterate his existence. His hair was pushed back, his gaze struggled to remain open and he could even feel the skin along his face and exposed torso peeling back as though to fly from his body.
Joints all across his skeleton creaked and whined, threatening to shatter. At the same time, the surges of World Sea Realm pressure in the surroundings only grew as they held on for all that they were worth. Things were very quickly spiraling out of their control and it was clear to everyone in attendance that this was all the fault of the young man with the head of white hair staring amidst it all.
Ryu clenched his fist, his aura surging. A momentum built up around him, anchoring on the confidence that he could obliterate everything in his path.
