"Now that I can perform three Sun-grade combat techniques, I'm confident to go against any supreme saint level three and below."
Perhaps Sun-grade combat technique was not a precious technique to the level nine royal saints in Nontwo City, but it was rare for a person to know numerous combat techniques and also be proficient in performing them.
As he stood up, he smiled and said, "Combat technique is just a plus point. On the safer side, it's better to become a supreme saint as soon as possible."
Since the day Severin killed Rvein and the others, his wives realized the gap between them was getting larger. They made the decision and were determined to chase after him.
The date of the tournament was getting closer. Severin, Felipe, and the others were already level nine royal saints, and it would not be a problem for them to get through the tournament to reach the sacred lake.
However, the strongest among them was Gilda, and even she was just a level eight royal saint. It would not be easy if they wished to compete with the others to reach the sacred lake. Therefore, they decided to train in seclusion.
With the alchemical pills given by Severin and the training resources from the loot, they did not have to worry about reaching a bottleneck in their training.
At least Severin knew it was just a matter of time before his wives became level nine royal saints.
As he left his room and went to the yard, he saw Wuhlrict and Felipe playing chess. A bunch of people were spectating. There were Samuel, Rourie, and the other elders from the Chorteaus.
Rourie was refilling the tea for Wulricht and Felipe.
When they saw Severin walking out, they immediately greeted him. With much respect, Rourie showed Severin to a seat and gave him a cup of hot tea.
Even so, none of the elders in the family had anything to complain about because they knew it was Severin who had brought this fame and helped the family to progress further.
Severin accepted the tea with a smile and said, "Thank you, Mister Rourie."
Even though he had been busy learning the Gigantic Hand Crushed in his room, he was aware of what was happening on the outside. He also knew Rourie had given Wulricht and the others more training resources.
Rourie smiled back. "You're welcome, Mister Severin. I'm glad we are able to help out with anything."
Severin nodded and tasted the tea. It tasted good, just like how Rourie said. His body felt energized and spirited after drinking it.
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