As the saying goes, enemies meeting face to face are exceptionally hostile.
Anderson had just landed when his eyes sharply locked onto Lynch in the center of the hall! His gaze was as sharp as a hawk, a pure and powerful spiritual power pressure mixed with undisguised hostility, like a tangible Light Spear, aiming straight at Lynch!
"This trial seems too simple, how could some insignificant nobodies pass it." His voice was cold, with an undisguised sarcasm in his words.
In the past, Lynch wouldn't have bothered with him; after all, Lynch's style was to avoid trouble whenever possible.
But now, the irreconcilable conflict between the two was clear, and Lynch had no reason to consider so much.
He didn't need to suppress himself any longer with his current strength.
Therefore, facing Anderson's provocation, he didn't back down but coldly retorted, "The kind of assessment a waste like you can pass, I wonder where you get the confidence to think others can't pass it?"
