Inside the hall, Ulysses leaned back against the sofa, his posture as casual as ever. His gaze fell upon Fangsheng before him, quietly waiting for the other's reply.
Clearly lacking in strength, Fangsheng was nevertheless fearless in his attempt to drag Ulysses down into the Styx with him. Based purely on the meager grounds he had just stated, Ulysses found it somewhat laughable—this was nothing short of a reckless act born of courage without strategy.
After all, one must be strong in oneself to forge iron. Judging from Ulysses's relaxed demeanor and the situation at hand, he did not regard Fangsheng as any sort of threat whatsoever.
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