Before the Storm Breaks
Selena's lips parted slightly. Her voice remained calm, steady as still water.
"Gale Division… Lior."
The name settled between them.
Before the silence could linger too long, Harry leaned forward, eyes lighting up as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.
"I know this person. I saw him compete yesterday. This person's hammer technique is very domineering. His cultivation is at least at seven stars of the Astral Realm. After analyzing his battle, this person's favorite style is to crush his opponent with absolute strength. Sister Selena, you have to be careful…"
He spoke quickly, but not carelessly—there was real thought behind his words. His hands even moved slightly as he explained, as if replaying the fight in his head.
Selena didn't respond immediately.
A soft breeze passed through the arena, brushing against her silver hair. Her blue eyes lowered for a moment, thoughtful… measuring.
Absolute strength…
