One observer shook their head in disbelief. "Nathan is one of the fastest fighters among the geniuses. How is Max keeping up with him, let alone blocking every attack so easily?"
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Max's lips as he deflected another strike, his voice calm and steady. "Speed alone isn't enough. Predictability is your downfall."
"You!" Nathan raged, his frustration evident as he continued his relentless attacks, hoping to wear Max down.
The top geniuses outside were shocked to see Max's battle prowess.
"How is he doing this? What is this strength? I refuse to believe this is someone at Level 4 of the Apprentice Rank!" Evlin's voice cracked with disbelief, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the sheer impossibility of the scene before her. Her eyes trembled as she watched Max dominate the battlefield, defying all logic.
