The sound of the tide swelled, an incessant murmur filling the air. It was like an oceanic symphony, its overture suddenly beginning.
Shi Ming was perplexed, but he sensed no other abnormalities, nor did his body feel any different. He fixed his gaze on Huang Mao not far away, preparing to cut him down again and eliminate the source of the problem.
The Arm of Power still had a five-minute cooldown.
Huang Mao, however, wore his usual smile and spoke in a flamboyant voice:
"Do you know? You were so close!"
"So close to snuffing out a true powerhouse!"
"A true powerhouse with limitless potential!"
Huang Mao applauded and grinned, lavishing praise on Shi Ming, but his eyes held an endless confidence.
Shi Ming had seen that same confidence in Demon Sword's eyes.
'Overconfidence is often a sign of arrogance.'
Edward continued to ramble on, unconcerned with tropes like the villain dying from talking too much; he was truly that confident.
