Solomon's satisfaction was immense.
He could feel the sensation of his blade cutting through his instructor's flesh. As the blood wet his weapon, he grinned devilishly, revealing a set of teeth that seemed to be growing ever-sharper.
"Beast!" Wilkins snarled.
His arm was nearly ruined. His leg, too. He felt hot blood running from an opening on his neck and down his shirt collar. There was even a wound in his side that stung unmercifully.
However, none of the injuries he'd suffered were more painful than the embarrassment he felt.
Wilkins intended to firmly crush Solomon into the ground and show him just how big the world truly was. To overwhelm him with a skill and competence that had taken decades to acquire.
He could never allow Solomon to think he was even close to reaching his level. Not when he was only a first year.
"I will have your head for that!"
Wilkins threw out his hand, and a wall of solid aura slammed into Solomon.
