Staring off into the distance, Wang Ling felt the punches he suffered from Lixus. It hurt him, and though it was the thing he had been searching for the pain, and in the midst of the fight… he was hit on the head by a surprised attack.
[What have I been doing?]
Countless lives hands in the balance of Wang Ling's strength. However, ever since he awakened, after receiving the powers of the All-Father, he tasted nothing but defeat and felt useless, more so than he had ever been before.
[I have not grown complacent; I am more focused that I could ever be… my thoughts are tunneled in the single thought of defeating the Emperor of Death… so why is it that I lose? I act as if I am the strongest, yet, that feels like it cannot be farther from the truth.]
Has he grown weaker?
That was impossible.
He held the power of the Universe in his hands, life itself bows to him, and though unstable, Chaos Qi was beginning to flow again.