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