Seventh-ranks did not show themselves lightly. They generally served as the heads of their families, with only one or two seventh-ranks active outside.
Ordinary seventh-ranks were all preparing for the eighth rank, desperately comprehending the rules in hopes of reaching it as quickly as possible. There were almost no exceptions. Just look at Dole himself to see how difficult it was to reach the eighth rank.
Unless necessary, seventh-ranks generally would not come out to handle affairs. In this world where eighth-ranks did not emerge, it was already remarkable for an ordinary organization to spare one or two seventh-ranks to serve as leaders. For the Alexander Family to send out two seventh-ranks to take charge was exceptionally overbearing in the imperial capital.
But Dole was also a seventh-rank, and an exceptionally formidable one. With a single slash, he had utterly shattered Toby's confidence. At the brink between life and death, Toby could only choose to retreat. If he could not win, then he could not win—there was no excuse for that.
At the plaza by the maze entrance.
Dole stood atop the raised platform, his gaze icy as he coldly watched the members of the other organizations withdrawing from within. A mysterious killing intent filled his eyes.
Most of those emerging from the Maze World were fifth- and sixth-ranks. They had initially been displeased, but beneath the frigid gaze of a seventh-rank, they could only stand to one side and wait for their own leaders to emerge.
Before long, Dole encountered a seventh-rank.
The white light faded, revealing a figure. He was unmistakably from the Edward Family. He had not joined the Glory Wizard Alliance and existed as an independent practitioner. The moment he emerged, his gaze bore straight down on Usbur.
Usbur's expression remained calm, and his face