1389 1389. Daring

Noah dived at full speed and stomped his feet on his opponents' chest. The two hybrids spat mouthfuls of blood after the impact, and traces of "Breath" leaked out of their figures when they sensed Noah's killing intent.

Their instincts were reacting to Noah's dangerous area. The two hybrids felt compelled to release their "Breath" to defend against whatever was about to come.

"Enough!" The team leader in the distance shouted, and Noah shot an annoyed glance in his direction.

Noah had enough of that façade. His black hole put his species above the hybrids. In his mind, testing his strength was a useless procedure.

The leader seemed to understand that Noah was far stronger than the average hybrid with a body in the middle tier. Still, he wanted to know how powerful Noah actually was.

"Jordan, go," The leader said toward one of the solid stage experts.