The Bearing of a Victor
Smith's face turned slightly pale after being pointed at by Julian D'Aurelius.
The old man's heart skipped a beat.
The surrounding crowd might have interpreted Julian's gesture as confidence.
Only Smith knew the truth.
He was genuinely afraid.
The battle that had just unfolded still lingered vividly in his mind.
The shattered ground.
The relentless barrage of attacks.
Steffan, a terrifying Gold Realm expert, being beaten until blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and ears.
Every scene had deeply shaken him.
Interfere in a fight between two powerful beings?
His old bones couldn't handle it.
Even a master like Steffan was brutally beaten by Julian.
If he went up, wouldn't he just be giving away his life for free?
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.
His previous attitude toward Julian suddenly seemed incredibly foolish.
If this young man survived and continued growing, his future achievements would be unimaginable.
