In Emma Swei's eyes, Pitman looked like a savage who had yet to fully evolve when he attacked.
His hands and feet struck viciously, every finger brimming with the raw power to punch through stone. His five fingers resembled a beast's claws, and every turn of his palm brought another gust of sharp, rank wind. Even without taking a hit, those gusts scraped painfully across her skin, like wind blades slicing her face.
The Pitman before her now showed none of the gentlemanly bearing he had possessed while standing silently earlier. To everyone watching, he truly resembled a half-evolved savage. Every attack carried his full strength, without the slightest restraint, yet his footwork remained agile and his stance firm. His steps were ghostlike, too fast to follow. Even though he attacked with only his hands, that dazzling footwork gradually forced Emma Swei onto the defensive.
"What an interesting young man. His legs can actually move that fast. For a moment, I almost thought he was using a Wind Elemental Artifact," Qidunston remarked as he watched.
"He certainly isn't ordinary. When I mentioned him the last time we met, didn't you think I was joking? You can see clearly now, can't you? I've always been quite serious and sincere," Soxia replied.
"When Jerry told me his impressions of him two days ago, he couldn't stop praising him. He called him a dark horse who would amaze everyone at the Holy Banquet. I thought he'd had too much to drink that day. Looks like he was telling the truth too."
"You're always like this, taking everything lightly. You've spent almost half my lifetime living in peace and doing nothing."
"Yes, well, I'm not you. Naturally, I wouldn't wear myself out every day. People are individuals. Sometimes the differences between them are like