Karl's slight haughtiness drew a little snicker from Severin. "Guess I'll have to go all out then!"
Severin refocused and closed his eyes to meditate. Perhaps an ancient powerhouse like Karl viewed him as nothing more than just a slightly bigger fish, not that it should come as any surprise that Karl would think that way. After all, due to a past life as a royal paragon, he could change Southsky's terrain simply by stamping his feet! That he would look down on paragons was normal, as he might be under the impression that first place in the tournament was already a given for him.
Severin thought to himself, 'So what if you're a reincarnation of a royal paragon? The way of attainment goes against the will of nature, and it's a never-ending competition against each other!'
He had killed countless prodigies—some even stronger than him—and secured victory despite being at a disadvantage in his attainment.
At that moment, Diane comforted him, "Don't take that to heart., Severin. The tournament is about to begin, and it's important for you to keep a level head!"
"Of course. I'll be fine, honey." Severin nodded. A couple of remarks was hardly enough to piss him off. Severin closed his eyes to rest and waited silently.
As time went by, more and more disciples arrived to the arena, and every corner was filled with people. All of a sudden, thousands of rays of light appeared in the sky, and purple mist filled the surroundings. This stark change in phenomenon elicited gasps of awe across the venue. Severin opened his eyes slowly, and he soon saw the purple light that appeared above the arena. All of a sudden, a ten-feet tall rift in the void appeared, and out came a white-robed Oskar with a horsetail whisk in hand.
Everyone in the arena stood up and saluted him.
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