Max's grin only widened at their reactions. "What?" he asked calmly. "Did you think the seven of you combined would be enough to push me? Don't flatter yourselves."
The comment struck exactly as intended. A wave of suppressed fury rippled through the squad leaders, though they held it back with discipline. They were proud geniuses. They had risen through countless battles. They had earned their positions through merit and blood. And yet Max belittled them so casually.
Below them, the rest of the geniuses watched in tense silence. Some faces showed excitement. Some showed awe. Others showed sympathy for the squad leaders who had been challenged so openly. The air vibrated faintly with energy as everyone sensed the pressure building.
Max let the silence stretch for a moment longer before he continued.
"You trained your squads well these past days. You worked hard. You improved. Good."
His gaze sharpened suddenly.
"But you are still predictable."
He raised a finger.
