While the battle continued, two suspicious figures stood silently in a dim corner of the gallery—where the shadows met the edge of the light. Their faces were covered by hoods.
Unnoticed by everyone, their eyes were locked on the stage.
"Now do you believe me? I told you he is the one who defeated me. But nobody in the sect believed me. Rather, they mocked me for being defeated by a kid. I told you he is strong."
The person beside him, to whom he was complaining, finally spoke.
"Okay, I agree that he is strong. But are you really telling me he is the one who killed our three mages that we sent to investigate?
Open your eyes and see clearly.
He is struggling against a mage who is only Tier 2. And we sent three. One of them was Tier 4. And the others—no weaklings either. Both Tier 3.
If that's the limit of his genius, then he is definitely not what you were exaggerating about."
