Chapter 1825


    Felipe and Wuhlricht concurred with Severin’s view, Wuhtricht rose from his chair and nced solemnly


    at the girls. “Severin is correct. Now is not the time to be arrogant. Level nine royal saints might be


    illustrious figures in the Skyblue Sect, but they’re not perceived as all–powerful in the Bleurealm.”


    Wuhlricht paused for emphasis and continued, “And we haven’t even taken into ount the fact that


    the Grandiuno Sect has authority over the sacredke. The fact that these Sun–grade high–rank


    combat techniques were given to Severin by the Chorteaus‘ is a sign that we must be careful here. Not


    even the


    Skyblue Sect could get such techniques!”


    For the record, the Chorteaus were no more than a second–tier family in Nontwo City, and Rourie, the


    head of the family, was only a level five royal saint. Although Wuhlricht did not think highly of such an


    attainment, he was not about to underestimate the opponents they might face at the sacredke


    tournament.


    As Severin had pointed out, if the Chorteaus could seek external aid, then it was highly likely that other


    families in Nontwo City could do the same. Disclosing their attainments could incite panic within the


    Chorteaus, as well as prompt other families who were privy to the information to make a move against


    them.


    She saw the seriousness in Wuhlricht’s expression and smiled awkwardly at Severin. “Hehe, I wasn’t


    serious about that. Let’s continue training, girls.”


    She chose the que that was most suited to her and left. After everyone had made their choices,


    Severin prepared to enter seclusion as well. Fresh from his recentprehension of the technique, he


    nned to continue training the True–Sun Fist. His goal was to grasp the fundamentals of the Sun–


    gradebat technique before the sacredke tournament. Having two Sun–gradebat techniques


    at his


    disposal would only increase his chances of winning.


    While Severin remained in seclusion, Endricy on a stretcher at the Chorteau estate’s entrance. His


    eyes


    were rapt with intense resentment. He had suffered severe injuries the previous day and had his limbs


    broken. Furthermore, Severin had obliterated his energy core and his attainment.


    As if


    if that was not bad enough, Rourie had expelled him from the Chorteaus. He never imagined that his


    family would forsake him for an outsider. He was a high–ranking prodigy and family elite, yet he had


    been


    reduced to a sorry figure who had to be kicked out of his own home in disgrace. Everyone in the


    Chorteaus made a mockery of him.


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    Endric’s loathing for Severin had reached its peak. “I will end your life, Severin, even if it means having


    to die in the process!”


    Despite his overwhelming desire for revenge, he was aware that Severin was a level nine royal saint. A


    level one royal saint like him cannot hope to seed in getting revenge. The family’s fear of Severin’s


    prowess, as well as his expulsion from the Chorteaus, rendered vengeance impossible.


    The only individuals who could potentially assist him were his parents. They were fully focused on


    making a breakthrough within the secret realm tended to by his maternal grandfather. When that idea


    popped up. Endric retrieved a pendant from his garment. His sullen expression reflected his chilling,


    murderous intent, and he activated themunication pendant before narrating his story with several


    exaggerations.


    Within the Walpens” secret realm in Nontwo City, a big–sized middle–aged man was rxing in a


    lakeside pavilion. He was enjoying some bamboo pole fishing.