Thunderstrike sat calmly in his high seat, the captain still kneeling in the great hall, not daring to move.
"Father, this is the powerful warrior I found," Xayah thought with concern, carefully observing Thunderstrike's reaction.
Thunderstrike's face remained impassive, his eyes curiously studying John. He asked indifferently, "Are you The Overseer?"
"Yes," John replied, meeting Thunderstrike's gaze without fear.
Thunderstrike was only an eight-star Awakened One, a level of strength inferior even to the Black Snake, and John was confident he could handle him.
"Very well!" Thunderstrike's lips curled into a smile, though it was impossible to tell if it was one of approval or something else. His gaze shifted toward the captain beside him as he spoke with a detached tone: "You two will engage in a life-and-death duel. The one who survives will not be held accountable for any past mistakes."