Kyle stood tall, smirking arrogantly as he pointed a single finger at Max. "One move is enough for trash like you who hasn't even stepped into the Master Rank," he said, his voice soaked in mockery and contempt. He didn't see Max as a threat—just a pebble on the path. A minor nuisance.
Max, however, wasn't the type to take insults lying down. He sneered back, voice laced with scorn. "I don't believe it," he said coldly. "Princess Lyra just told me something interesting—that the so-called geniuses of the Thunder Monarch Hall are usually the weakest among the seven overlord first-class forces. So weak, in fact, they lose in less than five moves."
Kyle's eyes widened in disbelief before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha! I haven't seen such an idiot before in my life!" he said, laughing so hard it looked like he might fall over.
Even some of the elders from the Great Ruler Empire frowned slightly, wondering if Max had lost his mind—or was simply clueless about the power gap.
