"Teacher?"
The same question arose in the minds of all three people present.
Only Bai Zhou himself wore an odd expression.
[Picasso] perked up. "The force backing this kid has finally come out on its own!"
"Just you? Who else is there?"
The hoarse voice gave an eerie chuckle. "You're quite the hero, to actually have the courage to face me head-on."
"But trash like you—what's the point of stepping forward?"
The other man's calm confidence initially left [Picasso] wary and uncertain, so he deliberately gave the man in the suit several more looks.
In the end, he confirmed that the other party had absolutely not reached the titled level. His Divine Intent Domain covered the surroundings, yet he could not sense the presence of anyone like himself.
Without a Divine Intent Domain, that meant he was not Level 6.
For low-level Extraordinaries, it truly was difficult to judge what level they were at unless they actually made a move.
But among high-level Extraordinaries, those of the same rank could not conceal themselves from one another.
The perception and attraction between mature Intent, as well as the mutual repulsion between Divine Intent Domains—these were the most direct proof of identity for high-level Extraordinaries.
As for those above Level 6, there was even less need to mention them—merely standing there, such people could make all high-level Extraordinaries tremble, as though facing a natural predator that suppressed their very life-form, stirring an instinctive fear born from the food chain.
At that thought, [Picasso] sneered. "So the mountain behind you is your Stronghold?"
"No wonder this kid rushed here in such a frenzy—how convenient for me to catch you all in one net!"
Thanks to fate's bounty!
What better proof could there be of the Art Club's sincerity, enough to make the Major