Following the direction that Lincoln Graham had pointed out, I saw a man. The middle-aged man stood tall and had a gaze that seemed as striking as torches.
There was no expression on his face, yet he exuded an intimidating aura that made it hard for others to look at him directly.
"So that's Benjamin Brown?" I murmured under my breath.
I tried to perceive his power, but Benjamin Brown seemed as impenetrable as an ancient well.
Benjamin Brown's arrival doubtlessly stirred the atmosphere to a climax.
Many moved forward to greet Benjamin Brown, who nodded in acknowledgment and then quietly sat down.
"Benjamin Brown is the ultimate goal of all warriors." Lincoln Graham whispered, his gaze toward Benjamin Brown filled with a hint of reverence.
Indeed, there was something more than ordinary about Benjamin Brown's temperament; it made people feel an impulsive urge to bow down in respect.
With Benjamin Brown's arrival, the competition had officially begun.
