Following the direction that Bennett Maxwayne had pointed out, I saw a man. The middle-aged man stood tall and had a gaze that seemed as striking as torches.
There was no expression on his face, yet he exuded an intimidating aura that made it hard for others to look at him directly.
"So that's Ignacio Richard?" I murmured under my breath.
I tried to perceive his power, but Ignacio Richard seemed as impenetrable as an ancient well.
Ignacio Richard's arrival doubtlessly stirred the atmosphere to a climax.
Many moved forward to greet Ignacio Richard, who nodded in acknowledgment and then quietly sat down.
"Ignacio Richard is the ultimate goal of all warriors." Bennett Maxwayne whispered, his gaze toward Ignacio Richard filled with a hint of reverence.
Indeed, there was something more than ordinary about Ignacio Richard's temperament; it made people feel an impulsive urge to bow down in respect.
With Ignacio Richard's arrival, the competition had officially begun.
