When he finished speaking, Master Noah Drexler stayed silent, simply waiting for him to continue.
Noah Drexler stared intensely at Master Drexler for a moment before slowly parting his lips to speak.
"Because I have more humanity than you."
As his voice faded, Master Drexler's figure, who was leaning on his cane, wavered slightly.
The next second, his voice of denial suddenly rang out.
"No, it's because you're younger than me. If we were born in the same era, I might not lose to you!"
He suddenly felt a bit of regret; in his lifetime, the toughest opponent he encountered turned out to be his own son!
If he were a few decades younger, the situation might not be what it is now.
Seeing the old man's agitated state, Noah Drexler's face remained icy.
"So what?"
He pressed his thin lips together, reminding him.
"You now have only one path to choose: give me the antidote formula!" At this moment, his obsidian eyes were filled with merciless intent.
