It had hardly occurred to Raymond that even a renowned prodigy like Karl had proved to be no match for Severin. What astonished Raymond even more was the noticeable damage to Karl's physical body, attainment, soul, and lifespan. Such a peculiar divine technique left Raymond thoroughly shocked, and he was unable to fathom how any technique could produce effects as severe as damaging not just one's physical body, but one's attainment, soul, and lifespan too!
Spencer mirrored Raymond's expression. The moment Karl fell to the ground, Spencer leaped from his chair and could only stare in bewilderment at the unconscious Karl.
Following a minute or so of stupor, Spencer finally regained his senses and gazed in horror at the figure on the arena. "How are you?" Spencer muttered to himself. "Even Karl was no match for you."
In Spencer's opinion, Karl was already the strongest prodigy among the sect's younger generation and had also gained fame across Southsky's four major sects. Being the reincarnation of an ancient powerhouse and re-achieving paragonhood, his foundation was exceedingly strong. Although Severin's talent was impressive enough that he could make a breakthrough from supreme saint to paragon in just a year, Spencer believed that Severin did not have a chance against someone like Karl.
Alas, Severin had successfully defeated Karl despite Spencer's underestimation, eventually eliminating Karl from the tournament in the crucial last round. It was a scenario that Spencer had never envisioned. He could already sense the Grandiuno Sect—and perhaps the entire Southsky—would soon enter an era that was defined solely by Severin's presence. The sky seemed to be limit for Severin's prospective achievements.
Spencer shuddered at those thoughts and was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude. "I'm glad I didn't piss him off!"
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