The veins on Femi's forehead bulged. He couldn't believe that Dyon still dared to talk to him in this way. There was no room to hide, no room to fake and definitely no room to avoid the truth anymore. Femi believed that he would crush him right here and now.
"Geb's Gauntlet's." Femi's roared. "Saint's Rage." His fists slammed against each other as the quaking of the earth beneath his feet increased 100-fold.
A blinding light emitted from his fists, sending sparks flying around the arena as the crowd watched with rapt attention.
Patriarch Geb couldn't help but nod in satisfaction. To cultivate their clan's Geb's gauntlet's to the fourth layer meant to step into the saint level of the technique. Although Femi wasn't yet a saint, he was but a step away and had thus grasped the technique most suited to a saint level expert. This meant his battle power was far above that a normal Essence Gathering expert.
