"Teleportation?!"
What's it like when you think you're safe standing behind a wall of guards, only to suddenly find your opponent is actually right behind you?
The look on Fatty's face said it all.
His face instantly turned pale.
It was the kind of white you see on a student jolted awake by a chalky eraser to the face. Pale, pale, pale...
As for this so-called teleportation...
'Bullshit!'
As a councillor of the Supreme Council, Fatty's own power had reached the Tier Eight Mid Stage. He knew all too well what the word "teleportation" truly meant.
The Strongest could create the illusion of teleportation.
But in reality, it was just an illusion created when their movement speed surpassed what a normal person's eyes could track.
'Gao Neng says he can teleport?'
'No matter how much of a genius he is, he's only at Tier Eight right now.'
'How is that possible?'
