The silence in the hall persisted. Brand looked at the white-haired young man who was holding his wrist in disbelief, then glanced at the longsword on the ceiling that was still trembling, and let out a breath. He was not surprised by this result. After that powerful strike, Brand had already sensed that the young man named Redi had a strength about four to five times that of an ordinary person, which was just stepping into the Black Iron Rank, similar to the level he had in the Golden Magic Tree Canyon.
Such strength at this age could be considered outstanding, but naturally, it couldn't compare to his cheats. Brand thought about his own power; in this period of history, it was indeed like using cheats — reaching the first level of strength in a week, entering the middle of Black Iron in a month, and stepping into the beginning of silver in the third month. Although not as excellent as a Chosen One, he was still unprecedented.
