BOOOOM!

A thunderous roar erupted, shaking the entire space—not just resonating through it, but hammering down as if the very air itself had been struck by a colossal fist.

The weaker monsters collapsed on the spot, their eardrums ruptured, their eyes rolling back as they fainted. The larger and more resilient ones managed to remain conscious, but they trembled uncontrollably, seized with terror.

Lion’s Roar.

According to Buddhist teachings, just as a lion’s roar subjugates lesser beasts, the Buddha’s sermons were said to suppress demonic forces. However, Ihan’s roar did not stem from divine enlightenment or spiritual power—it was raw force and unyielding will, meant to crush his enemies into submission.

It was domination through strength.

Even if he had borrowed the name, this was his own path—his own declaration that he would forge ahead. As long as Ihan continued to grow, so too would his Lion’s Roar.