"Oh my god, I never thought he'd be so tough, so formidable. He actually dared to reject the other side's suggestion."
"Exactly. Could this kid have grown a bear's heart and leopard's gall? How could he dare make such a choice? Doesn't he know he's about to face attacks as fierce as raging winds and torrential rain?"
"I really don't know what's going on. What exactly is he trying to do? Doesn't he understand the stakes?"
"That's enough. Stop talking. Other people's affairs are none of our business. Just mind your own work."
The speaker was a middle-aged man with a stern face. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable resolve.
He suddenly swung his arm, cutting off the surrounding chatter. Everyone fell silent at once, sensing an invisible pressure descend upon them.
The man turned around and strode toward his workstation, his back straight as a pine. Every step made the ground tremble faintly!
"How is it him? So he hasn't been completely defeated after all. Could he have recovered from his injuries in that brief instant?"
"Impossible. He suffered such severe injuries in that outburst just now. How could he recover so quickly? Which part went wrong?"
"You people are still too simple-minded, treating everything far too lightly. No matter what, we still have to deal with this trouble. Do you hear me?"
His momentum was surging like a rainbow, but he knew that the battle between the two sides was bound to be exceptionally fierce.
Yet all he had done was use his actions to do what needed to be done.
Although he had already sustained serious injuries, he would not give up, because he had his own choices and judgments.
It was as though he were proclaiming through his actions that everyone