Meanwhile, in another part of the outer region, a rather large young man could be seen moving with his group. His muscles glistened with sweat as he smashed his fist into the skull of a magical beast, ending its life.
"As expected of Senior Brother Wyatt."
One of the members of his group quickly spoke while approaching him with a piece of cloth to clean his bloodied hands.
"His strength is truly one of a kind."
Another member chimed in.
"I dare say even Senior Brother Julian and Senior Sister Clara wouldn't want to take on the full brunt of Mr Wyatt's punch."
A third member added while the others nodded their heads vigorously.
Listening to the rain of praises and flattery, Wyatt's expression didn't change much. However, internally, there was a smile on his face.
While he didn't express it outwardly, being praised and having his ego stroked was always a good feeling. Especially when he heard Julian and Clara's names being mentioned.
