Saint Warcury's words brought a hush over the room.
It was the truth. Once the real battle began, he would have no attention to spare for these young members.
This was also a reminder to them.
But clearly, these young Celestial Dragons had not taken his words to heart.
Saint Warcury sighed inwardly.
Just as he had said, he had already prepared himself.
He was prepared for some of these ten members of the God's Knights Reserve to die.
Losing a few was not much of a problem for him, although there might be some trouble afterward, with the Celestial Dragon families putting pressure on him.
But in his eyes, it was all worth it.
Where was there such a thing as a perfect training system?
So-called perfection was nothing more than developing potential in every possible way.
But anyone who truly wanted to grow into a top-tier powerhouse quickly needed sufficient pressure.
What these members of the God's Knights Reserve found grueling was training, not combat.
Training posed no danger to their lives.
And combat did not truly threaten their lives either, as most situations were kept under control.
Though they were outstanding, their rate of growth still could not compare to a monster like Hades, who had truly been tempered by life-and-death struggles.
Without enough pressure, it was difficult to break through the body's limits and grow stronger quickly.
"It's time you learned what this sea is really like."
Saint Warcury had hopes for the future of the Celestial Dragons and wanted more of them to grow quickly.
After all, even he was beginning to feel some pressure.
Pressure from the Rocks Pirates, from within the World Government, from the affiliated nations, and from all over the world.
The foundations of the World Government's rule had undoubtedly been