Watching from the side, the crowd froze in shock, still reeling from what the dark-robed youth had just muttered.
An attack that should have instantly obliterated even peak-rank warriors had been so easily deflected, only drawing a bit of blood.
"This... I don't understand," one youth muttered, finally finding his voice.
The young lord was a mage. If they were looking from a logical perspective, he ought to be dead. Yet he still stood stronger than ever.
"He has the physical resilience of a tanker. The strength of a warrior. The destructive capability of a mage..." This was just too much to take in at once.
"I-is there any measure to the young lord's talent at this point?" one girl stuttered.
Before she was cut off.
"No... this isn't talent anymore. Even talent couldn't explain all this, unless..."
"He has a physique!"
"Y-yes, that's the only explanation..." another youth gulped, his brows furrowing, a wry smile hanging across his face.
