A heavy, suffocating, and entirely oppressive blood-red pressure exploded outward from his body in a violent shockwave.
The terrifying density of his fighting spirit visibly warped the air around him, distorting the physical space and kicking up a sudden violent gale of dust and loose pebbles across the stone floor.
WHOOSH!
The smell of burning iron and dried blood washed over the arena… It was the undeniable aura of a man who had survived countless battlefields, a veteran who understood the brutal mechanics of slaughter.
Ren stood fifty feet away, completely enveloped in the rushing wind of the red aura.
He remained entirely unfazed by the terrifying display of the power which made the man smile, It was to be expected especially since he had beaten a Demon King.
Ren didn't summon the sky-burning Starfire… He didn't call upon the crackling, volatile blue lightning that he could use…
