"Such cosmic power, enough to manipulate the universe, certainly qualifies to be a judge."
Atabia replied, "I was reckless."
He spoke these words with great calmness, neither provocative nor arrogant, nor fearful, but with a level gaze, neither humble nor overbearing.
Atabia felt somewhat helpless within.
The Fist of Nokron, by doing this, showcased the dominance of the judge without exposing his third Indestructible Level power.
It was extremely fair, making it difficult for him to exploit any loophole.
His intention was to break the deadlock with Professor Wales, once and for all.
After all, his opponent was watching from the side, entangled with him, like a peeping stalker, making him restless.
If he wanted to enhance his strength to resolve this battle, the best way was to enter the next new realm, so he chose to test the judge, this ancient mythical god.
Though he liked to take a skewed path, he wasn't truly seeking death to provoke some Ancient God...
