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“Golan? What is this person's identity?” Looking at the suddenly appearing proud man in the arena, Bu Xin felt a strong sense of foreboding and inexplicable pressure.
This pressure did not stem from the so-called noble status of the other party; it was purely an instinct akin to a beast sensing danger. This instinct told Bu Xin that this person was formidable, and he was definitely no match for him. Even if he used his strongest trump card, Crimson Lotus Incarnation, he would have no power to resist in front of this person.
“Brent.”
“Master.”
Wendy and her group approached Bu Xin with concern, while Reynold looked serious and slowly shook his head at Bu Xin.
Bu Shuang understood Reynold's meaning with a flash of insight. He did not act rashly and tightened his grip on the spear, saying loudly, “What Senior Golan teaches is that one should not go to extremes. Since Senior is willing to step forward to resolve this grievance, then I will follow your advice.”
Though these words were uttered with frustration, there was no other choice. Bu Xin was not impulsive or reckless; before fully understanding Golan's background and stance, if he provoked the other party's displeasure, the safety of Wendy and the others could be threatened, which he could not accept. No matter how frustrating it was, for the sake of his companions beside him, he had to endure.
“Knowing when to advance and retreat, understanding patience—you are quite good. I am Golan, a third-generation Golden Mystic Student from Holy Light Academy. Consider me your senior. Would you be willing to join my forces and serve me?”
Without even glancing at the respectful Barto, Golan kept his gaze fixed on Bu Xin. His pride resembled a solitary pine standing against the wind on a sheer cliff, deeply ingrained in his bones. Coupled with his status and strength, it made everyone feel a sense of inferiority standing before him.
“What?” Barto stood frozen in place, dumbfounded. At this moment, not just him—almost everyone present was left speechless upon hearing Golan's words, struggling to believe it.
Who is Golan? Most people here were well aware of his identity: a third-generation Golden Mystic Student from Holy Light Academy, one of the top ten Star Students, a prodigy who reached the High-Level tier by the age of thirty. With such numerous honors surrounding him, he had become a legend that everyone looked up to. However, what left an even deeper impression was not just his status but also the top-tier force he founded—The Hall.
The Hall, a sanctuary born from prodigies like Golan, holds great renown within Holy Light Academy. Even extending its influence throughout the vast Dysia Kingdom, it falls under the category of Major Forces. Its members are numerous yet powerful, all possessing exceptional qualifications and immense potential for future achievements.
When Golan suddenly invited Bu Xin to join The Hall, it sounded plain to newcomers like Reynold and Kathy, who had only recently arrived in the Dysia Kingdom. However, for those in the know, it was akin to a deep-water bomb exploding in their hearts—a shock that lingered long after.
It is well known that The Hall does not accept incompetent individuals. To join The Hall, one must not only excel among peers but also meet extremely rigorous standards regarding qualifications and potential. As a result, there are currently fewer than one hundred members in The Hall.
Each of these fewer than one hundred members is an extraordinary existence—some entering the Intermediate Level at seventeen or eighteen years old, others reaching level 4 of the intermediate tier in their early twenties. There are also peak experts who are nearly invincible at their level and many terrifying individuals who treat fighting above their level as casually as drinking water.
Indeed, The Hall is a terrifying force where prodigies abound. Despite its small number of members, its overall strength is fearsome, with vast potential for future growth. Each member represents excellence among elites and talents. Now, with Golan's proactive invitation, it seems another member of The Hall may soon emerge.
Many people looked at Bu with eyes filled with longing and jealousy, while Barto's face alternated between pale and green, revealing his obvious frustration.
"It seems that Golan's reputation is indeed formidable. To him, inviting me to join his faction is a sign of favor, but I would never want to be under someone else's roof. How should I politely decline without offending him?" Through the expressions of the surrounding crowd, Bu began to grasp the situation, feeling somewhat troubled.
"You've taken too long to respond; it seems you are unwilling. Very well." Seeing Bu hesitate in silence, Golan understood his meaning. He chuckled lightly, his gaze growing colder as he turned to leave.
He was a proud man, and it was rare for him to extend an invitation in front of so many people. However, since the other party was unwilling, it was a blow to his pride, but given his haughty nature, he couldn't be bothered to argue with someone like Bu. Still, this grudge had been formed.
"This guy is really foolish. Golan personally invited him to join the faction; how many people would beg for such an opportunity? Yet he dares to refuse."
"New students at Holy Light Academy are often arrogant and self-important at first, believing they are superior and unwilling to rely on others. After a year or so, they will come to understand what cruelty truly means."
"Hmph, Lord Golan extended a kind invitation; he should be grateful. Instead, he's refusing a toast and asking for punishment."
"Perhaps defeating that useless Barto has inflated his confidence too much; he thinks he can disregard everyone."
The crowd erupted with sarcastic remarks, most of them coming from students within Holy Light Academy. When Golan had personally invited Bu earlier, many had been green with envy. Now that Bu had foolishly rejected Golan's invitation, it was clear he had offended this significant figure, prompting many to revel in his misfortune.
"He's quite an interesting fellow." Observing Golan's failed invitation, a man with long hair tied back smiled slightly, deepening his impression of Bu.
"Hmph, if you're a man, just tell me your name. Today we may be weaker than you, but this isn't over; there will be plenty of time in the future." Perhaps feeling humiliated, Kathy pointed at Bu and spoke with a tone full of disdain.
"I have no interest in informing my name to some random nobody. If you don't get out of my sight right now, don't blame me for being ruthless," Bu said as he flicked a gun flower in his hand, his gaze icy as he stared at Kathy and the others. The severely injured Barto had improved somewhat after taking a healing pill but still felt uneasy under Bu's cold stare. He quickly avoided eye contact and inwardly cursed the foolish Kathy.
Barto was also perceptive; despite being unhappy about losing to Bu earlier—believing that if he had gone all out from the start, even Bu's impressive skills wouldn't have saved him from defeat—he knew that the current reality was that they were all injured. If they continued fighting now, he couldn't guarantee that no one would come to assist Bu again.
"Not to mention that even if we don't attack him directly, those companions beside him are not weak either. If another fight breaks out, our group might not make it out alive," Barto thought with flickering eyes filled with frustration. The humiliation of being defeated by a newcomer today nearly drove him mad. "Forget it; I'll just have to find a way to get back at him later." Filled with resentment, Barto didn't even bother with the oblivious Kathy and turned away angrily.
"Barto senior." Seeing Barto leave directly, Kathy was taken aback and was about to say something when suddenly the other two Outer Gate Students beside him also excused themselves and hurriedly followed after Barto.
"Kathy, let's go. We can't take revenge today. Staying here will only add to our humiliation, and we might even be beaten down by Fellow over there."
"Ah, not a dog."
The beautiful girl beside Kathy lightly covered her mouth, feeling a surge of annoyance. Just a moment ago, she had called them dogs, and now she had truly become a drowning dog herself. She spat lightly, stomped her foot in anger, shot a glare at Bu, and quickly pulled Kathy away.
Thus ended a farce, and many in the crowd who had gathered to watch began to disperse. Among them were several spies from various Major Forces nearby who secretly recorded Bu's information to report back to their respective organizations.
Every new recruit at Holy Light Academy becomes a focal point for the Major Forces of Dysia Kingdom. Although not all of these new students will ultimately become powerful figures, just a few exceptional talents can create significant ripples, prompting many Major Forces to extend olive branches.
Holy Light Academy is nominally just an educational institution aimed at cultivating students on the path of strength. Despite its terrifying background and influence that qualifies it as one of the top Major Forces, it generally does not interfere with whether students join any particular faction and rarely gets involved in disputes with certain forces.
Of course, few factions possess the qualifications or courage to challenge Holy Light Academy.
It is precisely this uniqueness that has established Holy Light Academy's special status in Dysia Kingdom and many other kingdoms. Countless students leave the academy for various reasons, including poor qualifications, and many dukes from different principalities have emerged from Holy Light Academy. This illustrates the academy's immense influence.
Today, Bu's remarkable victory over Barto has made waves. A character like him, with such evident potential, is easily recognized by anyone with discerning eyes. Therefore, despite Bu's current strength not being particularly formidable, this battle has already qualified him for significant attention from various Major Forces as a target for future recruitment efforts.
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