The pressure was overwhelming.
It wasn't just the weight of the atmosphere itself — no, it was the sheer force of Kai's power, pressing down on everything around him.
The air seemed heavier, thicker, as though it could hardly contain the energy that radiated from him.
His form hovered just in front of the Monster, and as the energy built, the smirk on his lips only grew wider.
It was an expression of absolute confidence — one that seemed to mock the very existence of the creature before him.
"What's wrong?" Kai's voice rang out, amplified by the power he was exerting, carrying an undeniable weight of condescension.
It sounded godly — each word dripping with arrogance, as if he were addressing something beneath him. "Aren't you going to fight?"
The Monster froze. It had been struggling, its form trembling beneath the pressure that Kai had unleashed.