The moment they met.
Goodman fully expanded his sensory field,
mobilizing every detector in Black Mountain Base and aiming them at Han Dong, who stood in the center of the pool. Within mere seconds, he completed a full personal model.
The result left Goodman utterly astonished.
"Han Dong, you still haven't constructed a throne?
I thought you had been waiting here voluntarily because you had completed your final coronation and could face me head-on... I never expected you to still be only a Pseudo-King.
Even if you possess such a special environmental advantage, what use is it?"
Sitting at the center of the pool, Han Dong calmly continued drawing nutrients from Deep Roots and replied with a smile, "Indeed, such a geographical advantage is hardly worth considering for someone as powerful as you.
Besides, I myself do not have much confidence. There is even an eighty or ninety percent chance that I will be killed.
Of course,
I still have a ten or twenty percent chance, so I decided to give it a try."
Had this been their first meeting, Goodman might have regarded Han Dong as a fool.
But after what had happened last time, Goodman had no doubts whatsoever... the young man before him was serious. He intended to face Goodman alone as a Pseudo-King.
Black Mountain Base had already begun operating at full capacity.
Goodman tightly gripped the Physics Holy Sword—the crowbar—in his hand.
"Mm, let's begin! This time, I will take you seriously."
There would be no more holding back, nor any thought of recovering materials.
For today's meeting, Black Mountain Base had even developed a restoration device specifically for Han Dong... even if Han Dong were smashed into pulp and his soul utterly shattered, as long as he was placed into the restoration device immediately,