"Survive a fraction of your killing intent?"
With slightly furrowed brows, Corey muttered as he looked at the Ancestor of Paragons with pondering expression on his face.
"Yes, survive a fraction of my killing intent and you pass."
With his arms folded, the Paragon Ancestor spoke and Corey replied after a few seconds passed.
"What do you mean by survive?
How do I know when I've survived?
What do I do to 'survive'?"
Corey asked with a calm expression and a smile formed on the lips of the Paragon Ancestor.
He snapped his fingers and in the next instant, Corey found himself slightly farther away from the Paragon Ancestor.
Corey frowned slightly when he realized that he had been moved or teleported with a method he had no idea of.
'Been weak truly sucks.'
Corey thought and just as he had this thought, the Paragon Ancestor spoke:
