Some discomfort.
Sitting mid-air, Angel felt the gaze from below—those mixed with admiration and fear. Whether it was admiration or fear, it would all turn into his strength—but among these gazes, there were two that made him extremely uncomfortable.
Eyes devoid of any admiration and awe, filled with pure hatred and a searing intent to kill.
Such eyes wouldn't bring him any strength. Instead, they pierced his perception like the sting of a venomous insect—he really wanted to crush these two monkeys on the spot. It would be extremely easy for him, as simple as eating or drinking water.
But considering that the true opponent hadn't shown up, he didn't feel like acting so early.
Choosing an enemy is something of significance, as choosing who becomes one's enemy often reflects one's own strength—like the reflection on the water; by choosing an enemy, one essentially delineates one's level.
