Max went on, unfazed by Travis's killing intent. "Didn't you see it was my fist that sent that trash flying? I mean, I saw it. Everyone else saw it." He turned to the crowd and waved his hand as if asking for confirmation. "Right? You all saw it too, yes?"
Max looked back at Travis with a shake of his head, his expression filled with pity, not hostility. "Clearly, something's wrong with your eyes. Maybe too much arrogance damaged your brain. Tsk, how sad…" His words weren't shouted. They weren't angry. But their weight was far more devastating than any roar of fury could ever be.
The spectators didn't know whether to be shocked, laugh, or sit in silence. It was too much. Too direct. Too brutal. The arrogance of Thunder Monarch Hall had been shattered not just physically, but verbally.
Max hadn't just defeated a genius in one move—he was tearing their pride to pieces with a smile on his face.
