Each weapon was ready to move.
Luna, Frevo, Marcus, and Drake… hesitated.
For the first time, true calculation appeared in their eyes.
It wasn't fear.
No.
It was consideration.
They weren't afraid of losing—they were thinking about the cost.
Handling this many weapons at once would require them to go all out.
That meant—
Bringing out their strongest techniques.
Using energy reserves they weren't willing to waste on a minor scuffle.
Most importantly.
If they fought here and now, it wouldn't just be a battle between a few geniuses.
It would be a war between powerhouses.
Battle between Seeker Rank experts.
And that could definitely alarm the seniors in the palace which they didn't want to.
The tension stretched.
The entire garden held its breath.
Would the South Region's strongest risk everything to push forward?
Or would they stand down?
The balance of power teetered on the edge of a blade.
