Noah and King Elbas had held their trump cards back. Their battle was only a friendly contest meant to establish how strong they had become.
Those who had seen Noah and King Elbas' battles knew that they didn't show even a quarter of their true power. Still, the fight had been a spectacle capable of inspiring many weaker troops.
That was the hidden meaning behind the tournament. The mission on the other side of the plane would probably last for entire millennia, and the Legion would lack a core part of its power during that period.
The underlings had to improve to ensure the stability of their organization, and inspiring them was the best way to quicken that process.
"Who do you think will win if we were to fight seriously?" Noah whispered while both experts inspected their injuries.
