Chapter 920

Rhys stood tall on the battle stage, gripping his long sword with an air of unshakable arrogance. His presence exuded a commanding aura. Although he had witnessed Sebastian's skills before, he remained utterly dismissive. After all, his strength far surpassed that of Sebastian's previous opponents. Rhys was at the pinnacle of the five-star demigod level and could step into the realm of six-star demigods at any moment, so he definitely had the potential to break into the top ten. Below the stage, the crowd buzzed with excitement. "Who do you think will win?" someone asked. "Isn't it obvious? Mr. Young is way stronger!" another replied confidently. "Well, hold on a second. Sebastian might not be the strongest in terms of raw power, but his mastery of formations is something else. He can set them up without anyone noticing, which makes him hard to deal with," someone countered. "That's true. Formations are powerful, but setting one up takes time. There's no way Mr. Young would give