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.

Combat Tournament held by the Sacred Wrym Summit, so

hand, it wouldn't just be

between a few could drag others in. If that happened,

Frostzard Manor was about to throw the first

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

respectfully to the Frostzard Manor group. Then, he turned to Abigail and her friends

blasted monk blocking our path? Do you have a death wish or something?" Luke glared fiercely at Oron and

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

this man is Oron Foyer. He's from

Arts Order for Maurice's sake, but he wouldn't risk angering Sacred Wrym Summit. After all, no one in the martial world dared to

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