"Honestly, given his strength, even if ten of him showed up, they would pose no challenge to someone at your level. No matter how you looked at it, you surpassed him by two whole tiers, and your magic was practically unbeatable. Yet he could make you sense a threat now, even to the point where you wanted nothing more than to kill him. Then there could only be two reasons: either he had most likely hidden his true strength, or he possessed tremendous potential—potential great enough to put all of you on guard."
Dimar's eyes widened. He seemed unable to believe Michelangelo's conclusion. In his eyes, August was nothing more than a sleazy fat man!
Michelangelo leisurely toyed with the wineglass in his hand. "So, my dear little brother, do you finally understand why Bradman and I value him so highly and want to win him over?"
Dimar fell silent for a moment before saying flatly, "It's simple. I'll go kill him now. No matter how strong he is, once he enters my time domain, he is doomed to die. If he has some real strength, he might be able to resist a little. But if he truly only possesses exceptional talent, then he can only blame himself for not working hard enough over the past decade or so. If I kill him, he deserves it."
The smile on Michelangelo's face suddenly froze. "Let's be reasonable. Even if your master and those teachers were here, what chance would all of us together have of dealing with Bradman and Layla in black working together? Not to mention that this is the Alvarez Principality. When the Grand Duke of Alvarez was young, he was the number one powerhouse of the alliance. After managing this principality for decades, who knows how many spies