Noah stood atop the grey stage with a colder-than-cold expression. His eyes swept the environment outside the room and found that it was mostly plain apart from the glass screen up in the walls which probably featured the tier 4 cultivators.
Returning his focus to the stage, his cold gaze fell on the two individuals spread out before him, and he cursed again. Although he disliked that situation he preferred it to being disqualified.
The countdown this time around had been raised to thirty seconds, and the time for the battle had been increased to eighteen minutes, but neither of the three individuals cared so much about those details.
Each expert had begun to prepare a plan seeing as they would be required to split their focus between two opponents.
Noah according to his base cultivation was weaker than the two of them, who had power very close to the peak of the middle stage.
