Chapitre 65: Resonant

Though at this moment, Amon didn't know it, he'd just stumbled upon one of, if not the greatest, enlightenment a martial artist could ever hope to achieve.

[Resonant Martial Way.]

Even Gods would drool at this and in fact, such an advancement was even more heretic than the formation of True Intent.

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For a moment, Amon's mind went blank and from the depth of his being, something stirred.

BANG!

A wave of monsters that'd surrounded him was turned to ashes as behind Amon's floating body, to his back, two beautiful rings slowly manifested.

One was gold, seemingly made out of butterflies that reflected a light as pure as the first dawn of creation as an aura of utter absolute power oozed off this ring.

The other was white and pure, without any added extravagance and yet the majesty it emitted simply made no sense. The world itself seemed to pause and revere Amon for a moment.