An Mingji stared at Allen, a hint of excitement flickering in his eyes, his fingers at his side slightly moving.

The Spiritual Power in his hand slowly began to gather, thin strands quickly spreading across his palm.

Gazing at Allen, who was not far away and had just absorbed energy from a Siamese Superpower User, An Mingji struck without hesitation.

He raised his hand to attack the other, but did not use his full strength—just a test.

Allen, with his back to An Mingji, immediately sensed the threat and swiftly vanished from his spot, teleporting to the wall inside the cage.

A low, muffled sound followed.

The superpower users of the Darwin Family inside the cage stopped their actions.

Following the sound, they saw deep cracks appearing on what used to be a solid floor.

Right where Allen had just been standing.

This was caused by An Mingji’s invisible, untouchable blade attack.

Staring at the marks on the ground, Allen’s face turned grim, danger and murderous intent glinting in his eyes.

He quickly looked toward the direction from which the danger had come.

When he met An Mingji’s half-smiling, appreciative expression, the murderous intent quickly faded from his eyes.

Allen exhaled heavily, a rather helpless expression appearing on his face.

He casually said, "Young Master, even if you want to send me to meet God, at least let me die knowing why."

An Mingji raised an eyebrow, his voice pleasant and melodious: "Allen, stop pretending. When I was gathering power to attack you, you noticed the slight disturbance in the black aura around you.

You even deliberately suppressed your impulse to dodge until the last moment when you avoided it. I must admit you are strong."

Allen’s expression changed quickly, his various emotions quickly concealed as he regained his previous roguish demeanor: "I thought I was being discreet, but the young master saw through it. You are also very strong."

Allen instructed his subordinates to continue dealing with the small treats in the cage as he stepped toward An Mingji.

As he approached, a black mist about two fingers wide swiftly attacked An Mingji’s face.

An Mingji stood his ground, eyes fixed on the incoming danger without moving a muscle.

Just as the black substance was in front of him, he finally moved.

The barrier around him quickly closed in, and Allen’s Dark Skill attack, upon touching the barrier, dissipated instantly as if meeting its nemesis.

Allen, who initially thought he might harm the young master, witnessed this just as he was about to withdraw.

He stared in disbelief, eyes wide.

His expression was astonishing.

"Oh my God!"

Allen looked as if he had been greatly shocked, his handsome face nearly contorted.

He stared at An Mingji as if meeting this young man for the first time. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Young Master, how did you do that?"

Inside the barrier, An Mingji beckoned him over without speaking, knowing Allen wouldn’t hear anyway.

Allen approached An Mingji, waiting for an answer.

But An Mingji reached out again, signaling him to come even closer.

Confusion flickered in Allen’s eyes; if he came any closer, he’d end up embracing the young master.

Could it be that the young master had developed a notion about his stunning looks?

He couldn’t help but touch his face; indeed, this face had brought him many romantic encounters, adding much fun to his otherwise dull nights.

But—

Allen looked up at the young master in front of him, whose face was even more appealing than his.

If it really happened... it might not be that hard to accept.