Chapter 848: Kuzon's Loss
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Kuzon could feel his nerves stretching thin.
Sweat formed on his golden brow and his widened eyes sought an explanation. Right in front of him was a person who was supposed to have become a statue, but was perfectly fine.
How was such a thing possible? How could it happen? This was the ultimate technique of the Midas Race!
No one was supposed to be able to resist it. Yet…
'Why isn't he petrified yet?!'
… Here he was, watching an exception to the absolute rule.
"Hmm. I see now." A voice appeared from behind him, and someone suddenly materialised. "So that's how it works."
Before Kuzon could even react, the hand of the oddly familiar voice landed on his shoulder, sending a very domineering feeling coursing through him.
"Y-you… how are you…?"
Kuzon knew he was holding the opponent right in front of him. Yet, why was there another one standing right behind him?
"C-clone…?!"
"Close, but not quite." The voice came from behind him, and suddenly, the one he held became nothing more than particles of light.
The particles found their way to Jared, and they fused in no time.
"You wouldn't understand, even if I told you." The young man behind him added, instantly driving Kuzon into a state of rage.
"How dare yo—"
Before he could even complete his sentence, and pour out his abundant energy, the hold of his opponent suppressed everything.
"K-keuk!"
He couldn't even leak out a single word.
"I thought I would be careful, so I decided to use this means, but it seemed I overestimated you."
Kuzon could sense the condescending tone being used on him—the Absolute Emperor.
He couldn't take it. It infuriated him to no end.
"But, well… I suppose something good came out of this venture. I was able to scan your [Midas Touch]. It's an interesting ability. With just enough tweaks, I can…"
>VWUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!
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Kuzon could feel his nerves stretching thin.
Sweat formed on his golden brow and his widened eyes sought an explanation. Right in front of him was a person who was supposed to have become a statue, but was perfectly fine.
How was such a thing possible? How could it happen? This was the ultimate technique of the Midas Race!
No one was supposed to be able to resist it. Yet…
'Why isn't he petrified yet?!'
… Here he was, watching an exception to the absolute rule.
"Hmm. I see now." A voice appeared from behind him, and someone suddenly materialised. "So that's how it works."
Before Kuzon could even react, the hand of the oddly familiar voice landed on his shoulder, sending a very domineering feeling coursing through him.
"Y-you… how are you…?"
Kuzon knew he was holding the opponent right in front of him. Yet, why was there another one standing right behind him?
"C-clone…?!"
"Close, but not quite." The voice came from behind him, and suddenly, the one he held became nothing more than particles of light.
The particles found their way to Jared, and they fused in no time.
"You wouldn't understand, even if I told you." The young man behind him added, instantly driving Kuzon into a state of rage.
"How dare yo—"
Before he could even complete his sentence, and pour out his abundant energy, the hold of his opponent suppressed everything.
"K-keuk!"
He couldn't even leak out a single word.
"I thought I would be careful, so I decided to use this means, but it seemed I overestimated you."
Kuzon could sense the condescending tone being used on him—the Absolute Emperor.
He couldn't take it. It infuriated him to no end.
"But, well… I suppose something good came out of this venture. I was able to scan your [Midas Touch]. It's an interesting ability. With just enough tweaks, I can…"
>VWUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!
Kuzon could feel his nerves stretching thin.Sweat formed on his golden brow and his widened eyes sought an explanation. Right in front of him was a person who was supposed to have become a statue, but was perfectly fine.How was such a thing possible? How could it happen? This was the ultimate technique of the Midas Race!No one was supposed to be able to resist it. Yet'Why isn't he petrified yet?!' Here he was, watching an exception to the absolute rule."Hmm. I see now." A voice appeared from behind him, and someone suddenly materialised. "So that's how it works."Before Kuzon could even react, the hand of the oddly familiar voice landed on his shoulder, sending a very domineering feeling coursing through him."Y-you how are you?"Kuzon knew he was holding the opponent right in front of him. Yet, why was there another one standing right behind him?"C-clone?!""Close, but not quite." The voice came from behind him, and suddenly, the one he held became nothing more than particles of light.The particles found their way to Jared, and they fused in no time."You wouldn't understand, even if I told you." The young man behind him added, instantly driving Kuzon into a state of rage."How dare yo"Before he could even complete his sentence, and pour out his abundant energy, the hold of his opponent suppressed everything."K-keuk!"He couldn't even leak out a single word."I thought I would be careful, so I decided to use this means, but it seemed I overestimated you." Kuzon could sense the condescending tone being used on himthe Absolute Emperor. He couldn't take it. It infuriated him to no end."But, well I suppose something good came out of this venture. I was able to scan your Midas Touch. It's an interesting ability. With just enough tweaks, I can"VWUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!
