The arrival of the middle-aged monk instantaneously hushed the entire training ground.

It was only when he gradually tamed his imposing presence that whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

"Who is that? He looks powerful."

"Of course he is. He's Oron Foyer, the disciple of the Ancient Sage!"

"Ah, that explains it. I've heard he's incredibly strong, nearly on par with Kaden, another disciple of the Ancient Sage. It seems the rumors are true."

"Well, with Master Oron here, I doubt anyone will start any fights today."

As Oron stood in the center, the crowd started murmuring.

Sacred Wrym Summit, so security naturally was the

just be a feud between

between a few could drag others in. If

was about to throw the first punch, Oron stepped in promptly to avert a

Tournament at Sacred Wrym Summit. If you're eager for a fight, let's settle

Abigail and her friends and

this blasted monk blocking our path? Do you have a death wish

made his disciples uneasy. Despite Frostzard Manor's power, they knew they weren't ready to challenge Sacred

Luke. He whispered, "Mr. Harding, this man is Oron

Sacred Wrym Summit. After all, no one in the martial world dared to mess with the Sacred Wrym

who he is. Anyone who tries to stop me from getting revenge will

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