The scale-like patterns on her forehead flickered faintly. Aiweila's frown deepened as she stared intently at the two figures moving at high speeds.
"Non-human Level..."
"To think a native of a Planet-level civilization could push it this far," she muttered to herself, her tone carrying a trace of apprehension and bewilderment that even she failed to notice.
The gap between the Superpower Level and the Non-human Level was like a vast chasm. Even in the Klar Civilization, few could cross that boundary to shake a Non-human existence. Such individuals would universally be nurtured as top-tier prodigies, viewed as the future pillars and hopes of their civilization—much like themselves, the trial geniuses.
Yet, right here and now, this remote, ordinary planet—a backward place they considered barbaric—had actually birthed such a peerless talent.
"Interesting." Aiweila pursed her lips, her gaze turning sharper. "I want to see just how long you can last."
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