Chapter 63: Steamrolled in a Heartbeat

Stefan Zimmerman spoke in an even tone, yet his words brimmed with unshakable confidence and a domineering force that defied description. Hands tucked in his pockets, he stood there like a mountain you could only look up at, never climb. People stared, slack-jawed. Nine Grandmaster-level experts fixed him with predatory glares, and still he dared to boast. His calm, his sheer presence, left everyone else in the dust. "No wonder you wear a mask. You're a lawless madman! Then all of you-attack! Kill...