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Honestly, Wasp was not wrong. I had already fought someone who thoroughly defeated me, and he wasn't even in a higher realm than mine.
That was, of course, Noah, the man who overwhelmed me in that earlier encounter.
Without my ability to revive endlessly, creating a loop he couldn't yet comprehend, I would have been defeated.
No, in truth, I had already lost to him! I should stop being so arrogant and accept it.
Noah displayed remarkable technique and masterful control over his boundless energies. He could read my movements, anticipate my skills and their mechanics, and execute everything with merely a few blinks of his eyes.
He was a True Martial Master.
This made sense. Apparently, he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years in Abyss since his arrival there.
He conquered that harsh world alone, rose to its pinnacle, and remained unchallenged for all that time.
He had no stars to devour, no nebulae to assimilate, and no black holes to fuse with.
