Chapter 1868

Meanwhile, Severin stood on the stage after dealing with Thorold and sensed an intense gaze fixated on him. It seemed to be a gaze emanating a will to fight. Possessing remarkable perception as a level nine royal saint, Severin swiftly identified the source of the gaze as Jangar, who was seated with the Lischalts.

Severin looked at Jangar and perceived the latter to resemble a sheathed sword, Swordwill seemed to resonate within him, and Severin acknowledged it before nodding thoughtfully in Jangar’s direction. He knew that his victory over Thorold had likely attracted Jangar’s attention.

As Severin retracted his gaze, he murmured to himself, “You must be a swordsman prodigy? I’m quite curious to know just how strong you are.”

Severin had encountered numerous prodigies in his journey of attainment. For instance, Frederick of the Horizon Sect became a royal saint at a young age, yet Wuhlricht–the strongest in the Skyblue Sect–was merely a level five royal saint. In the end, Frederick was pushing up daisies after dying at Severin’s hands.

Severin shook his head and left the arena to return to the Chorteaus waiting area. Upon his return, his wives swarmed around him in concern.

Gilda

handkerchief

spatial ring and gave it to Severin so he could restore his spiritual energy. “Eat

busy checking to see if Severin was

smile.

in relief upon learning

at Severin with a mix of admiration, shock, surprise, and excitement. When Severin first revealed himself as a level nine royal saint, they expressed shock and surprise at his true attainment. Though they gradually became accustomed to Severin’s strength after seeing his displays, they were still taken by surprise when Severin defeated Thorold. After all, none of them expected Severin to be

seat and drink some teal” Rourie said respectfully to

this for me.”

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