Creed's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the young man standing before them. He didn't just look strong—he felt strong. That casual, almost lazy grin he wore?
That was the grin of someone who knew he was untouchable.
And Creed could feel it too. That pressure. It wasn't overbearing, but it was there.
Like a slow-burning fire, constantly present, constantly radiating, making even the air feel a little heavier.
If Creed had to guess, this guy was at least in the later stages of Silver Level.
Which was insane. Because that meant he wasn't just strong; he was ridiculously powerful for his age.
A true Tier 1 genius.
And as much as Creed cared not to admit it, he couldn't last a single move against this guy right now.
Hell, if this Ryan Griffith unleashed his full pressure, Creed might not even be able to stand properly!
But that was fine. He wasn't here to be the strongest yet. That part would come soon enough. All he needed was time.
