The new sniper rifle was a sleek, 1.5 meter long black beauty that radiated a silent but bone chilling confidence.
As soon as it took form, the atmosphere grew strangely reverent.
Bruce Pang opened and closed his mouth several times, and looked like he had things to say, but somehow, each time he closed his mouth with a shake of his head.
The Ancestor merely stared at the weapon as though he was looking at his long lost wife who had suddenly appeared once more, looking drop dead gorgeous like the day they got married.
He swallowed his saliva once, then twice, then thrice.
"Well?" It was my turn to be smug.
That particular rifle was particularly difficult to manifest, but it was still well within my ability.
Manifesting a massive hundred meter or even two hundred meter tall white mecha was difficult, but it was in the sense that it was heavy lifting.
