When Chen Chuan entered the conference hall, he had already withdrawn his field. However, after using mental power to drive back the monsters outside, he could sense that they had merely retreated without leaving. Since he could constantly feel their presence, he still maintained a certain combat stance.
Even so, it inevitably had a powerful effect on the people around him, especially those seeing him for the first time. The impact was particularly intense.
Everyone present was a Fighter, and their perception of danger was exceedingly sharp. Not to mention such close contact—each person's Mutated Tissue reacted instinctively.
Briggs looked at that figure below with a fluttering heart. In that instant just now, he had truly felt his hair stand on end, every muscle in his body tightening.
Even though they were not particularly close, he still felt as if there was nowhere to escape to. He could not muster even the slightest thought of resisting, or rather, his mind had gone completely blank.
So this was a Throne...
He had once encountered a Throne Fighter at close range in the Fighter Council, but the feeling then had been nowhere near as intense as it was now.
His breathing was slightly hurried. This man was completely different from any of the others he knew.
In truth, ever since Chen Chuan had risen to first place in international influence, he had known that this man could not be viewed alongside other Throne Fighters. Now, that understanding had only deepened.
Lily, on the other hand, was relatively normal. She had less Mutated Tissue, and she was naturally open-minded and optimistic. She had no ability to resist any Fighter present, so she did not feel much pressure. Her breathing only unconsciously stalled for a moment before quickly returning to normal.
Chen Chuan glanced