The man frowned and looked toward Adrian. Despite his scrutiny, Adrian appeared unremarkable to him, and he couldn't comprehend how Adrian had demonstrated such formidable combat prowess.

"Are you defending him?" the man asked.

Adrian chuckled and replied, "Absolutely. Attacking someone who can't fight back proves nothing. It only makes you look small."

"In all my years ruling the universe, I, the Gilded Tyrant, have never been called small. You're quite interesting, kid! Since you're so confident, let's change the terms.” Gilded Tyrant sneered.

"Go on," Adrian said calmly.

"We’ll settle this with a fight. If you can withstand three of my attacks, I won't take Zector away. If you fail, no one interferes," declared the Gilded Tyrant.

Zector hurried to Adrian’s side and whispered, "Sir, this is between my father and me. You shouldn't interfere."

"No, I wouldn't have intervened if not for earlier. Now, I want to see how strong this Demon Lord is," Adrian replied.

"My strength far