Jonah Clive's pupils instantly contracted into dangerous needlepoints. Like someone in the darkness suddenly struck by blinding light, he instinctively retreated several steps.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze settling on the newcomer.
The other man was young, well-proportioned, and strikingly handsome. His tousled black hair gleamed like inky jade, and a smile always lingered at the corners of his lips. Yet those indifferent eyes sent chills down one's spine.
Even as an American, Jonah Clive had to admit that this Easterner's looks were unbelievably impressive. That extraordinary bearing displayed his charm to the fullest!
I absolutely can't let my girlfriends see this guy!
Jonah Clive immediately had some bizarre thoughts. Otherwise...
Huh? Why would I think that?
When he came back to himself, even he found his reaction rather strange.
For some reason, Jonah Clive felt that his mind had become much slower, like a cumbersome machine without lubrication.
He silently circulated his Mental Strength, wrapping it around himself as his emerald eyes sized up the black-haired young man who had suddenly arrived.
Aside from his temperament and appearance, the pressure the other man gave off was terrifyingly strong!
Jonah Clive had stood out among countless Cosmic Gladiators and successfully advanced to Bronze. Naturally, he was no brainless brute.
Although his mentality had swelled along with his strength after advancing, he had not completely thrown away his brain. It could still perform the function of thinking.
Strong! This person before him was truly strong! Strong to the point of being incomprehensible, unacceptable!
As if facing a great enemy, Jonah Clive stared fixedly at Zhou Zhe. "Young, Asian, with extremely high scores in appearance and temperament, plus this terrifying pressure..."
"You're Zhou Zhe, the second-generation master of Swift Wind Pavilion, aren't you?"
Zhou Zhe gave him a faintly amused