Obby Stuart also does not say much, his hands grasping a trace of buoyancy from thin air, faintly accumulating more spatial energy, intentionally forming a virtual energy sphere to throw toward his chest.
But Edbert Walker sees through it and mocks him, "Haha, overestimating yourself! Come on! Let me see just how much inner strength you actually have!"
"..." Obby Stuart holds back, his handsome face gradually becoming distorted from accumulating energy, beads of sweat dripping down, just as he is about to make a move, Cherline Lindsey, who has been silent, stops him, "Wait."
Edbert Walker watches Cherline Lindsey walk to the front, as if she wants to protect Obby Stuart, he sneers and says, "Sister Lindsey, this is a conflict between Obby Stuart and me, do you want to intervene?"
"Yes." Cherline Lindsey nods dominantly.
"For Obby Stuart?" Edbert Walker frowns unhappily.
"My hands are itching for a test against you." Cherline Lindsey coldly replies.
