Joker couldn't believe his eyes, and his jaw dropped as he watched Joshua's strike.

‘Isn't this basically at the level of Commander Valmont?’ 

He would have expected to see these kinds of skills from a battalion commander, not a prepubescent brat. Alarms were ringing in his head.

‘This boy… is fucking dangerous.’ Joker clenched his teeth tightly. His instinct told him that he needed to rouse his own mana to protect himself from the splendid point of mana Joshua had gathered.

‘I'll match you… No, I'll overpower you.’ 

The power Joker gathered wasn't hazy or cloudy. His mana was a deeper and darker blue than the depths of the sea—the exclusive trait of a B-Class Knight.

‘No one even noticed.’ 

Everyone's eyes were glued on the young boy across from him. No doubt, they could feel the oppressive atmosphere as well as he could.

‘A spar between...