"Even Senior Brother Kester lost. Is there anyone among the named disciples who can beat him?"
"Exactly! To reach this level at just twenty-one is unheard of!"
"I heard he's also one of the top three magic geniuses in history. How strong would he be if he used magic too?"
"Quiet!"
At Kenyon's loud shout, the crowd below immediately fell silent.
"Very well. I overestimated the named disciples of War God Mountain. Challenging them was never my intention."
He ignored the anger in the named disciples' eyes and looked straight at the two figures in the air. "You're in the Saint Realm. You must be direct disciples of the War God."
"Do you dare come down and fight?"
The named disciples, who had just quieted down, immediately erupted again. Even Blumer's eyes widened in disbelief.
Not even his elder brother Olivier would have dared challenge a Saint Realm expert as a Level 9 warrior.
Because that would have been tantamount to courting death.
Kenyon gave a cold laugh. "You beat them, and now you dare challenge us?"
"Who gave you the nerve?!"
"If you can come up here, I might consider it."
"You said it." Jonathan grinned. A suit of armor appeared around him, glowing with a pale yellow light. He rose into the air and came to a steady stop opposite them.
"You're a direct disciple of the War God. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
"He's flying! Does that mean he's already a Saint Realm expert? But his battle qi was clearly still at Level 9!"
Many people couldn't make sense of it.
Casrot's pupils contracted as he spotted the secret of Jonathan's armor. "You can fly because of the armor you're wearing, right?"
"So what if I can? I've done what you asked. If