In this floor, Noah was standing like an eternal warrior who wouldn't bow even to time itself. His posture was so calm, so unshakable, it seemed as if the universe had paused just to witness him. The very air around him felt heavier, charged with something ancient.
Ethan said, "It is an honor to fight you, your highness, the 2nd supreme." His voice was respectful, yet beneath it a steel resolve glimmered.
Noah nodded. He didn't say any fancy word. He simply lifted his gaze and took out a spear. The spear was 2.5 meters long. It was a dark spear, looking regal and dangerous, as if it had ended countless lives and witnessed countless eras.
