In Indra's eyes, whether it came to talent, achievements, strength, or prestige, he was indisputably the only possible successor.
Asura could not compete with him in any respect!
He refused to believe his father would persist in his favoritism to the bitter end.
The Sage of Six Paths swept his gaze over his two sons before him and spoke in an even voice.
"Indra, Asura."
"The next successor to Ninshu will be chosen from between you two."
"You will each have three days to prepare. In three days, I will announce the final assessment mission and decide who will inherit."
At these words, Asura instantly panicked. He hurried forward, shaking his head as he spoke in a flustered voice.
"Father, I can't do it!"
"My strength is nowhere near my brother's. I couldn't possibly win. I can't shoulder the responsibility of carrying on Ninshu."
He knew perfectly well that no matter how long he trained, he would never catch up to Indra, whose strength eclipsed everyone in their age.
In a direct contest of strength, he did not stand the slightest chance.
Faced with Asura's decision, the Sage of Six Paths offered no comfort or further explanation. He simply raised his eyes slowly and looked at Indra beside him.
Indra gave a slight shrug. There was not a trace of tension on his face, only absolute confidence and an imposing assurance.
"It makes no difference to me."
"Whatever the assessment, whatever the rules, whoever my opponent is."
"From the moment I was born, the outcome was already decided. I will never lose."
His tone was commanding, forthright, and unassailable.
He had absolute strength to back his confidence.
In his eyes, this assessment was nothing more than a formality.
The Sage of Six Paths nodded slightly and firmly set the deadline.