The screen hovering above flickered silently before the word "Start" appeared.
But even with the signal given, neither of them moved. There was no rush. No sudden flash of lightning or explosion of aura. Only two warriors standing face-to-face, acknowledging the strength in each other.
The young man from Bright Buddha Palace folded his hands in front of him and bowed slightly. His voice was calm and clear. "Friend, my name is Noah Ans. Let us have a good battle."
Max felt no arrogance, no hostility—just sincerity in his words. He mirrored the gesture respectfully. "I'm Max Morgan."
"Friend, be careful, I am about to attack you," Noah said gently, the corners of his mouth curved in a serene smile that somehow made the air around him feel heavier. He calmly raised his right hand and extended his palm forward with a motion so smooth it looked like the unfolding of a lotus.
