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Melbourne, one of Oceania's two supercities.

North City District, Aviation Port.

Although it was already past two in the morning on April 20, plenty of planes were still taking off and landing throughout the aviation port.

Most of the passengers boarding or disembarking from the planes were powerful Metahumans.

Yet whenever these Metahumans boarded or got off a plane, they would look toward a certain spot in surprise before quickly withdrawing their gazes.

There, in an internal area where greeters were normally not permitted, figures stood packed together.

They wore uniform Martial Hall uniforms, with a massive Blue Lightning Emblem on their backs that glimmered faintly.

They stood ramrod straight, and as their gazes swept about, it was as though terrifying auras flowed around them.

Especially the two people at the front. Even with their auras restrained, one could still sense the faint yet deadly danger emanating from them.

"Fourth-Order, Fifth-Order, Sixth-Order! There are even Sixth-Order Metahumans!"

"Could the people standing in front of those Sixth-Order Metahumans be Seventh-Order Grandmasters?"

"It feels like it. Especially those two at the front—the pressure they give off is immense. They seem to be Eighth-Order Grandmasters."

"Eighth-Order Grandmasters? What force is this? Why have they come here?"

"Look at that emblem. It seems to be Great Xia's Thunder Martial Hall!"

"Thunder Martial Hall? I know of them, but which important figure is coming to Melbourne? Even their Eighth-Order Grandmasters have been dispatched?"

"..."

Curious whispers rose one after another, and more passengers kept glancing in their direction.

However, the Thunder Martial Hall members remained solemn and stared straight ahead, their bodies rigid as if standing at military attention.

Nearly half an hour passed like this.

The burly man at the front suddenly lit up and looked toward the sky.

"They're here!"

Boom—

A piercing