"It's still too early." Charles's expression showed no signs of fluctuation as he quietly regarded Icy, his eyes filled with calm.
It was this calm, tranquil gaze that made Icy sense something unusual.
By all logic, geniuses like them, with extensive combat experience, would not risk everything to face a battle they had no chance of winning.
Charles must have some other trump card!
"But why isn't he using it? If this continues, he will surely fail!" Icy's mind raced, frantically considering all possible outcomes.
He felt it was not that Charles didn't want to use it, rather, that trump card must have certain limitations.
Perhaps Charles had mastered a certain combat technique that could only be perfectly executed at the last moment, when faced with a life-and-death crisis!
Thinking of this, Icy became excited again.
