For a brief moment, the entire Battle God Arena seemed to forget how to breathe.
Thousands of spectators stared toward the battlefield. Hundreds of participants stood frozen in place. Even the ongoing battles beneath the Red and White Flags gradually slowed as people instinctively turned toward the disturbance occurring beneath the Golden Flag.
The hidden genius named Parker felt cold sweat forming across his back.
Not because Tony's cultivation frightened him.
Not because Tony's reputation frightened him.
It was the fist.
The strange dragon-shaped energy coiling around Tony's arm radiated a pressure that made absolutely no sense.
Parker had faced powerful opponents before.
He had fought geniuses.
He had challenged older experts.
Yet this feeling was completely different.
It felt ancient.
As though some sleeping beast had suddenly opened one eye.
"What kind of technique is that?" Parker demanded.
Tony smiled.
Unfortunately, that smile contained no warmth.
