Hong Yuan transformed into a streak of lightning, his speed reaching its utmost limit. The so-called surveillance maintained by the base's many Spellcasters might as well not have existed. In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the square.
Astonished gazes fell upon him. Some of the students and professors in the square wore expressions of disbelief.
"Is that-Rosha?"
"Was he the one who launched that attack? Why did he attack that man?"
"Shouldn't we be more concerned about that String Sorcery? That kind of power was simply-simply-" A student who had been hurled away by the shock wave was dizzy and disoriented, his voice trembling. He was too terrified to find a fitting description.
In truth, it was not just the students who were astonished. The shock in the hearts of the professors present far surpassed theirs.
Professors at the High Tower Institute were at least Resonance Masters, with knowledge and experience far beyond the students'. Precisely because of that, they understood all the better the true weight of that strike, which had torn through the sky like a comet.
"With that speed and power, even we would have no way to dodge it. We'd be killed in a single strike!"
The professors gaped, their eyes fixed on Hong Yuan in midair and their faces twitching as a terrifying conjecture arose in their minds.
"A Weaver? Rosha has become a Weaver?"
"No! How is that possible? It's absurd!"
Their impression of Hong Yuan still lingered on the day he had enrolled. Even then, he had been immensely powerful, creating a vast Sea of Trees with a casual gesture and unleashing power comparable to a Resonance Master's.
For a teenage Spellcaster, that had already left the professors dumbfounded. But the power he revealed now made their hearts pound with