The crowd was abuzz.
Some had guessed that Kael’s strength might be formidable, yet no one had imagined that the gap between him and his peers had already grown so vast.
A few players who had sneaked into the banquet were enthusiastically using the system’s panel function to record the scene, as it had been a long time since they had seen Kael in action. Now that they were witnessing it again, their excitement surged.
"Brother Kael really is strong. If only he could shout ’I want to fight ten’—that would be even more dramatic," one remarked.
"You’re just spouting nonsense. Generally, the designers of ’The Lower Realm’s Gate’ aren’t fond of making ’tributes’ like that, and besides, ’I want to fight ten’ is such a stale joke from over a hundred years ago," another replied.
"Hey, I was just saying, why are you taking it so seriously?"
"The way you said it didn’t seem like you were joking," came the response.
"Fair enough, if I hadn’t used the system’s camera to slow down Brother Kael’s movements, I wouldn’t have been able to see how he was fighting at all," one admitted.
"Oh, I feel like we’ll never be able to catch up to Brother Kael’s pacing of advancement in our lifetimes. He truly is fierce!"
"Don’t worry, you can’t keep up with the other NPCs’ advancement speed either," another jested.
"Too true, too true! Everything about this game is great, except for the slow progression in strength," one lamented.
"It can’t be helped. According to the official site’s data, this game doesn’t have many levels. It’s not like those cheap grind-fest games with hundreds or thousands of levels. If everyone advanced too quickly, there wouldn’t be much game left for the developers to play," another explained.
"But that doesn’t seem right either. This game is free-to-play, and there isn’t even a store within it. At most, there are significant cuts taken during player trades. There can’t be much profit in that, can there?" one pondered.
"Who knows, haven’t you heard the saying, ’What’s free is the most expensive?’" came the reply.
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A few players huddled together, whispering frantically. After officially arriving in the Orean Independent Kingdom, they couldn’t easily leave their group, as all eyes were on those who had just arrived from Orean. This made it difficult for them to set out to complete the tasks Kael had assigned right away.
So they simply followed Kael to the scene to join in the excitement.
Seeing all this excitement made them feel their time spent travelling here was worthwhile.
Of course, compared to them, the native inhabitants were even more amazed and impressed.
"Extraordinary Rank energy intensity... But this mastery over Extraordinary Power might be a little too much," someone noted.
It didn’t take long for someone to identify Kael’s true power.
Or rather, Kael hadn’t tried to hide it from the beginning. Having reached the Extraordinary Rank, he was already among the strongest of the young generation.
Now that he had suddenly taken action, he couldn’t have hidden even if he wanted to.
Playing dumb was not his interest; play the fool for too long, and you eventually become the fool.
Instead, as he watched those halflings with indignation on their faces, he felt no anger, only a detached feeling as he began to critique each individual’s actions.
He did as he said; being a combat advisor, he inevitably told these youngsters exactly where they had gone wrong.
When Kael initially started assessing them individually, the attacking halflings were full of resentment, feeling humiliated.
But as Kael continued with his critiques, their expressions began to change.
Although these were young people, those who had managed to attend the event either held special status or were considered talents within their own local forces, and consequently, they had a broader perspective than those who hadn’t experienced Extraordinary education.
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Those who already had a certain standard of judgment about their abilities understood their flaws, especially when Kael pointed them out bluntly. During his silent critiques, they couldn’t help but gradually come to respect him.
In fact, many of the halflings’ weaknesses in combat had been mentioned by their private tutors and teachers on a regular basis, but these critiques were nowhere near as systematic as those given by Kael, and coming from Kael, they seemed more credible. Continue your adventure with freewebnovel
Although they were enemies, it is often enemies who can offer the most objective and realistic assessments - at least, that is what people tend to think.
Especially when his assessments matched the advice of their teachers, the indignation and frustration on their faces from being defeated gradually faded away with Kael’s tailored critiques, until all that remained was a sigh.
By the time Kael had finished analyzing each person, the web of threads he had spun around the arena had dissipated, and each halfling, with a different expression, looked at this peer from the Bell Federation, no longer harboring any desire to challenge him to combat.
The sudden turn of events left the dwarves and halfling nobles in the arena somewhat embarrassed, as their intentions had been good.
The banquet today attracted a significant number of young halflings. A good portion were children brought by the nobles, while a considerable part were elite students from major universities in the Royal Capital of the Orean Independent Kingdom.
To say their strength was weak would certainly underestimate these talents; if they were to exchange blows with other young people, they might not achieve much success, but winning several rounds would be quite normal.