Raymond had known Severin longer than most because he had befriended Severin since the latter’s entry into the sect. When they went into the Artic Heights, Raymond had failed to obtain the most precious of Wildfire’s relics, but each interaction that had allowed him to comprehend the sheer incomprehensibility of Severin’s true strength. Uzair’s death had deeply shaken Raymond and instilled a sense of fear.

Severin seemed to be a person favored by the heavens, as there never seemed to be an end to Severin’s progress. With Severin and Riley competing in the same arena, Raymond found himself slightly eager to see Severin’s failure. “Even the strongest will be defeated. Today might be that day for you, Severin…”

Not far away, Karl opened his eyes after a bout of meditation. He glanced at Severin and Riley on stage before closing his eyes once again. That intense battle might have captivated the attention of many, but Karl viewed it like a mere insignificant tussle between two ants.

At the same time, the peak masters stood high in the sky and observed the battle with Oskar. The expressions on their faces were varied, with the first to the fifth having rather indifferent expressions.

Myles of the Seventh Mountain felt a little nervous and was frowning a little. He had not expected Severin to face such a formidable opponent right at the outset. Daniella was similarly concerned. Riley was a paragon, and thus had formidable strength.

They had previously supported Severin and provided him with numerous resources, all of which would end up in vain if Severin was eliminated at Riley’s hands.

Lejeune noticed their expressions and chuckled, “Who would’ve thought that such a huge clash between two prodigies would happen so soon? Would Severin be the winner? Or would Riley?