Not long after his first successful counter, Ivan and Viktor gradually began to exert more and more pressure until all three of them began using Ancestor-level powers. And thanks to that, half the arena and training area looked like a bomb had dropped.
"So what do you two old men really want?!"
Nikolai leaned back against the wall, topless and sweating heavily.
He couldn't take his father lightly when he was a Great Elder, but now both he and his grandfather had reached the next level. It was living hell. 'Though it's good Mother wasn't here... she's even stronger.'
"Huh?"
Ivan turned with a blank expression.
Even though his cheeks dripped with sweat, he kept a holier-than-thou aura.
"??????"
Viktor came from nowhere, carrying a case of chilled beer; the whiskey had vanished hours ago and getting hammered clearly wasn't the goal.
