However, Lucien was not pleased with the enhancement of his own strength at this moment because he understood that, under that last strike, a warrior, a powerful second-level Wizard, had just fallen! Fallen at the hands of an infant who possessed no supernatural abilities and merely average strength.
"Is this the power of rules?" Lucien had already reverted from his Moonlight Transformation state, but when he looked at the "majestic" infant before him, he also felt a tremendous pressure.
After all, "One power reduces ten meetings" was not just a saying.
In this situation, the infant's mere random movements or even a turn could create disturbances that were terrifying to Lucien. He felt like an ant walking alongside the infant, at risk of finding himself in peril due to some unintended movements of the infant.
Even if the infant knew no special attacks, his kicks swept across a vast area, and his claps were like "giant palms raining from the sky."
