While ordinary people might not grasp the significance of these two grandmasters, everyone present—members of Crimson’s elite—knew their names intimately.
Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall.
Even Ethan found himself glancing at the two men with a momentary flicker of interest.
Though Lincoln was over seventy, his physical condition was remarkable. His muscular frame, steady breathing, and the wisdom etched into his features belied his age. Anyone unfamiliar with him might mistake him for someone in his fifties.
Decades of martial arts training had honed Lincoln’s physique to an extraordinary degree.
He was undeniably a master.
Meanwhile, Maverick towered at nearly two meters, his massive frame resembling that of a fully grown bear. His bulging muscles seemed capable of c
