Seeing the slight curl at the corner of Amon's lips, Abner returned a "polite" smile. Behind the scenes, he mercilessly used the Eye of Wisdom to kill the Worm of Time that had climbed onto his Astral Body to Steal his thoughts, while Amon Assimilated the Spirit Worm simulated by Abner with the Eye of Wisdom.
Just like that, the two seemed to be exchanging flirtatious glances as they completed a simple clash. Neither gained the upper hand.
Although Abner's level was far below Amon's, the other party was only a Sequence 3-level avatar at the moment. Unless it was a critical juncture, He would not use that temporary method of increasing His strength.
Abner, meanwhile, had held quite a lot in reserve. He had not even used the Pure White Eye. Relying only on his connection with Alvin, he had managed to fight Amon to a draw.
"Still, this is both a test and a message from Amon...
"He wants to meet me in the back garden after the ball? Heh, what is He planning? It can't be that this guy got too deep into Acting and genuinely wants to go on a date with me...
"But with the symbols of Calamity gathered by this ball, it's uncertain whether it can even last until the end!"
Recalling the message Amon had sent through the Worm of Time, Abner could not help grumbling to himself.
After all, he had only given the surroundings a cursory glance and had already spotted quite a few "familiar" faces.
For example, the lady to his left, dressed in a black evening gown and chatting merrily with three gentlemen, was the Black Saintess, Medea.
She had only changed her face; her figure and bearing remained the same, so Abner recognized her at a glance.
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