Noah appeared in front of the creature and stopped calmly.
Compared to the planet-sized behemoth, he looked insignificant, like an ant standing before a mountain.
"What is he thinking?" one of the old men said sharply. "Standing right in its attack path? He will be pulverized if even one hit lands on him."
"Maybe he is confident," another said, narrowing his eyes. "Look at his expression. He does not look afraid at all. Maybe he is hiding his true strength."
Noah heard them clearly, but he did not respond.
His gaze was fixed on the massive forelimb descending toward him at full speed. Space warped under the pressure of the strike. The force alone was enough to tear continents apart.
Noah raised his index finger and pressed it forward.
His finger met the behemoth's paw.
The collision released a violent surge of energy. Space shattered outward like rippling glass. The five old men were forced to activate their energy shields immediately, barely managing to block the shockwave.
