Lilx listened to the words of Axve and nodded.
"Yeah..."
"Having huge clans backing him with their power..."
"This is not something that I have seen in my life..."
Axve smiled faintly.
"You lived a long life, Lilx."
Lilx chuckled.
"Yeah, I did."
"But a trial-taker, a contender of the Fire Duke Choros Tower, never this strong before..."
Axve kept his silence for a moment. His glowing red eyes reflected the ethereal image of Martin, still meditating within the stage, his swords floating around him like guardians.
"I can see that his real power, his battle power, I mean lies somewhere around Level Seven or Eight Atmosphere."
He tapped a claw lightly on the red stone table.
"If he can do what he's doing to Level Three creatures... if he can continue that trend against Level Four and even Level Five then it means he is truly different."
Lilx leaned back into his chair, folding his clawed hands.
"You say that... but from your tone, I think you're not that impressed."
