Karl’s slight haughtiness drew a little snicker from Severin.

“Guess I’ll have to go all out then!”

Severin refocused and closed his eyes to meditate. Perhaps an ancient powerhouse like Karl viewed him as nothing more than just a slightly bigger fish, not that it should come as any surprise that Karl would think that way.

After all, due to a past life as a royal paragon, he could change Southsky’s terrain simply by stamping his feet!

That he would look down on paragons was normal, as he might be under the impression that first place in the tournament was already a given for him.

Severin thought to himself, ‘So what if you’re a reincarnation of a royal paragon? The way of attainment goes against the will of nature, and it’s a never-ending competition against each other!’

He had killed countless prodigies-some even stronger than him- and secured victory despite being at a disadvantage in his attainment.