Allen ignored Liana's cold rebuke, his gaze flicking with a cruel fire as he deliberately threw a barb meant to irritate Ethan.
Men, Allen mused silently, always eager to display bravado before women.
Even if strength faltered, they dared to puff themselves up.
As soon as he touched Ethan's temper, he knew a storm was coming. A heated quarrel, a sham sparring fight—that would be the perfect pretext to bring this kid down and make him beg.
Let him learn that some are beyond his reach.
But.
Ethan merely smiled and said nothing.
A small ego-rousing ploy; nothing more. He was on the verge of teaching Allen a lesson when Liana stepped forward, her voice a low whisper.
"Senior Brother Ethan, Allen is no ordinary junior. He's a direct disciple of Voidshade Peak, rumored already at the middle stage of the Soul Formation Realm."
She glanced nervously around.
"What's more, his master is the peak master of Voidshade Peak. He's no ordinary direct disciple."
