Waves spiraled around Owen, making him appear more akin to the sea race than even the masters of the sea race themselves.
The leader of the Ambition Army's eyes flared with murderous intent and brimming with the thrill of battle.
He felt a pressure emanating from Owen, a challenge.
For the Ambition Army commander, seasoned by warfare, pressure didn't instill fear but excitement.
He brandished his long spear, and in the blink of an eye, his killing move was already before Owen.
Owen's face was stern, his trident swinging in his hand, and the surging waves followed his movements.
A force as overwhelming as a collapsing mountain and as fierce as crashing waves suddenly emerged.
Owen wasn't skilled in using a trident.
His attacks were pure arcanergy, supplemented by dragons' combat techniques.
It was the most primal of killing moves, devoid of any fancy tricks, but it posed the greatest threat.
