Everyone watching couldn't even understand how all of this was possible for a first-year student.
Even the elite Demons Damian previously fought were equivalent to C rank at most.
And he was having a hard time even surviving them!
So… In just a few weeks after that, Damian was so strong that the strongest fourth-year was a plaything in front of him?!
What the hell happened in that daman portal?!
As these thoughts were coming into the minds of everyone present…
Gareth rose up slowly, spitting blood from his mouth, his face showing shock and pain in equal measure.
'He's faster than me. Stronger than me. More skilled than me. How?! I'm a whole major rank above him! This shouldn't be possible!'
He reached into his spatial ring and pulled out his greatsword, the massive weapon's blade catching sunlight.
His brown Aura flared, wrapping around both his body and the weapon.
Damian smiled and summoned his axe, the weapon appearing in his hand with comfortable familiarity.
