The king raised his spear and charged at the rebels. Wong felt his veins shoot with ice. This flow state--ultra instinct--Wong drew his sword and slashed in a crescent, above his head, an attempt to block the Spear of China. However, the strangest thing happened! The king did not miss; it was, in fact, the Spear of China that shattered into a million pieces. The spear crumbled like shards of a mirror in the king's hands.
The soldiers didn't know what to make of it. They stood in shock, not knowing whether to continue obeying the tyrannical king or to bow their heads to Wong. The legendary Spear of China, the kneeler of kingdoms, shattered like it was glass.Â
The rebels knew immediately that they bowed towards Wong. It was a beautiful scene, like petals on a flower; an aesthetic element filled the whole throne room. Quickly, a filling aura filled the throne room, the soldiers fell to their knees, the windows blew open, and the king stood with arms out, as if he were stuck. This mysterious aura hit him differently. Slowly, he was withering down. First, he shed his armor, second, his skin, and lastly, his entirety. The room had watched the king blow away. Only one thing was left....
"ALL HAIL KING WONG"