C1417 Wasn't That a Bit too Exaggerated?

On the left stood a strikingly handsome middle-aged man, dressed in a flowing blue robe with a treasured sword slung across his back. His posture was erect, his long hair billowed in the breeze, and his eyes were piercingly cold. With an air of indifference, he exuded a solitary and rebellious aura so intense it was as if he had the words "I am the unrivaled" etched across his face