Chapter 192
“What do you mean, ‘I can’t see it’? Are you talking about that kid's use of mana?”
The Thunder Emperor immediately realized the so-called difference was between himself and the unconscious Asian kid. He laughed.
“Kyoreh, you should know it well, right? Once you reach my level, my mana naturally circulates in time with my breath. It flows like blood, without conscious effort.”
Excellent mana control was what made a great player great. After all, so long as the mana control technique was suitable, a greater mastery meant mobilizing mana at greater speed and potency. However, things became different at the level of National Treasures. They didn’t rely much on techniques to enhance themselves.
“Trying to forcibly block the flow of mana that naturally strengthens my body is no different from forcing an athlete to run while holding their breath,” the Thunder Emperor said.
Kyoreh snorted. “That’s a big exaggeration. Then how many hours do you think this kid ran while holding his breath?”
The Thunder Emperor frowned in annoyance. “Hmph, I was making an analogy, one that applies only to me; that kid’s situation is different. He’s a mortal who has to control his mana consciously.”
The Asian kid was only in his mid-teens. Granted, visiting Reinhardt at his age meant he couldn’t be ordinary. To have reached here, he was clearly talented, and he was probably one of the top in the world in terms of luck. Even so, the kid was, after all, still a kid. He couldn't infuse his body with mana—not without relying on a mana control technique. On this, the Thunder Emperor was certain.
After all, a National Treasure’s ability to directly manipulate mana as finely as the fingers on their hand was a matter of experience. How could a random boy achieve it?
The Thunder Emperor was convinced of his reasoning, but... Kyoreh stared at him, then questioned, “Do you really think he’s a mortal?”
It was a statement that made the Thunder Emperor’s heart sink.
“Are you really saying he’s in the same realm as me?” The Thunder Emperor knew Kyoreh’s personality well. He was someone who never spoke empty words. To be exact, the old farmer had no social skills and spoke rudely.