After a brief moment of contemplation, Severin decided to vie for metal Uru at that very spot. He promptly employed the Void Concealment to conceal his aura and seamlessly merge with the surrounding spatial environment. With that done, he proceeded to venture cautiously into the area.
Within that expansive meteorite belt, shockwaves from the battle reverberated and distorted the space around the battlers. Rifts appeared in the void, and the elements seemed to crumble and pour out of those cracks. As Severin approached, he gained a closer view of the skirmish before him.
The two sides comprised three individuals in total. On one side was a young, elegant-looking young man, who was adorned in a red robe and had a hairpin to keep his hair up. The cuffs of his robe bore the pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon, and his attire suggested that he might be some sort of prince. His paragon attainment stood at level four.
The young man's adversaries were two practitioners in beige robes, seemingly disciples of an aristocratic family. The first of them had already attained level four paragon, while the other had reached level three. Their aura radiated like the sun shining majestically in the sky.
Blake Menzie, a member of the duo, threw a punch and seized the moment to retreat some distance away. With a solemn expression, he said to the young man, "Ninth Prince! My family, the Menzies, have our sights set on this place. Please go to another place!"
The prince, Elron Gildon, was filled with anger when he heard that. "Haha, this is a fine show of audacity from Eastplain's Menzie family. I discovered this place first. Where did you get the nerve to oust me? Are you of the impression that I, a prince of Greatflare, am beneath a disciple of one of Eastplain's families?"
Severin's expression became solemn as he eavesdropped on the conversation. He had not expected to find himself entangled with the prince of the Greatflare Dynasty as well as the disciples of a family from Eastplain.
Though his knowledge about the Greatflare Dynasty and Eastplain was limited to books, their somewhat modest attainment levels allowed him to deduce that their combat prowess—even at full strength—was far from reaching level six paragon. Severin had some measure of confidence after seeing that.
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