'That was disappointing,' Noah thought while inspecting the battlefield.
His opponents were two rank 8 cultivators belonging to a large organization. They had inscribed robes, defensive items, and disposable weapons, but Noah had defeated them quite easily.
'Am I finally overcoming the gap between stages?' Noah considered that option.
His breakthrough to the eighth rank had evolved his might in ways that Noah had yet to comprehend fully. Moreover, his companions multiplied his power, making him impossible to handle by experts at the same level.
'This usually happened whenever I neared the peak of the stage,' Noah thought. 'Did it happen sooner now?'
Noah had often fought enemies stronger than him in terms of cultivation level. That had become a habit since he usually generated enough chaos to attract the attention of older existences.