The pressure burst out of him like a silent explosion. His aura rose, fierce and towering, turning the space within the ring into something that felt too small, too close.
His hair lifted, though the air was still. The ground seemed to hum.
Wang Yu controlled the force with precision, locking it inside the ring so the audience would remain unaffected. The spectators stayed seated, calm and composed.
But inside the ring, everything changed.
The moment the pressure descended, bodies folded.
More than ninety candidates bent forward, as if a giant hand pressed against their backs. Some grit their teeth, trembling. Others staggered a few steps, nearly falling. Faces drained of color. Knees shook.
The power of an Exalt revealed itself without need for a single movement.
This was what it meant to stand before someone far above you.
Yet even with his careful control, a thin thread of that pressure spilled out… drifting toward the exempted area.
