"You can't say? But you can be sure he's here, right?" Boss Ron laughed coldly, he had lived bluntly for several hundred years, and he did not survive by just messing around.
Bluntness had its advantages.
For example…
He abruptly raised his hand, and smashed it down.
With a rumble, a huge tremor scattered and spread from his hand into the ground.
The surface of the ground split apart, the grass and shrubs shattering into countless pieces and green or yellow liquids, the soil turned over, some of it covering the stones and grass left on the ground.
With Boss in the center, clouds of cold white frost spread from underneath his fist and into all directions, like extremely voracious white insects that were trying to escape from Boss' palm, crawling away everywhere.
"Resonance Skill! Great Frost Fist!!!"