Above The Sky
Chapter 1182 - 177: Ian Silverpeak Famous Worldwide (7800)_2

Chapter 1182: Chapter 177: Ian Silverpeak Famous Worldwide (7800)_2

"It’s not that easy. Even after working together for so long, Dragon Island and the Elves haven’t resolved the bloodline conflict. Without using synthetic bodies, she’s probably unable to move by now, isn’t she? Still, it’s impressive they’ve found a second leader... This young head of the Silver Peak Family is indeed something."

"But His Highness is still the strongest."

"Brothers, new information has come in. We’ve been assigned to the third group entering through the Eastern Entrance of the Ruins! Too bad it’s not the first..."

"The first and second groups are definitely the Elves and the Empire. Other nations have also sent their elites. Although His Highness is strong, he can’t overshadow the host."

"Actually, this is also an opportunity. The Eldest Imperial Son of the Sertar Imperial Family, son of Carlos of Glorious Light, is also in the Exploration Team... It’s a good chance to curb the arrogance of those Imperial People and show them that the blood of the Devourer is stronger than their glowing birds!"

"Not just that! The young heir of the Fertile Soil Tribe is said to have already been designated as the future Master Throne... The old generation is fading away, and this batch of young people will become some of the kings of the future. If they can defeat them all during this exploration, it would bolster the Royal Court’s prestige!"

Sotoron fully agreed with these statements, which is why he wandered the streets, challenging other Exploration Team members.

The Azure Sky Royal Court is a nation very proud of its bloodline and race, willing to use all means to prove themselves superior to others.

Drinking tea to calm his nerves, the Werewolf felt his heart gradually become peaceful, freeing itself from the fear instilled by Ian.

With this tranquility of mind, the world around also became quiet, no longer noisy...

No. That’s not right!

The entire dining hall was truly silent!

Sotoron raised his head in shock. He heard a steady and rhythmic sound of footsteps. These sounds resonated with his heartbeat, making his body tremble along with them... No! It was these footsteps forcing the heartbeat of everyone present to synchronize!

Several employees with lower strength had already collapsed into their chairs, breathing heavily, with rapidly decreasing blood oxygen levels, feeling their life force being drained and suppressed...

And at the entrance, a young boy was slowly entering the dining hall.

"I don’t like being compared to other strong individuals before I’ve even fought. It’s like a beast duel, without the slightest respect for me and others."

This was a 17 or 18-year-old young man with low beast transformation and a well-proportioned physique, wearing a black martial outfit. He had the wolf ears and long tail common to Demihumans with wolf blood, and his pure white fur draped over his shoulders and back, merging seamlessly with his skin.

But contrary to his snow-like hair and skin, his eyes were completely black, with only the pupils being blood-red. These unusual, even inhuman eyes imparted a deep, bone-chilling sense of danger to everyone present. Despite his strikingly handsome appearance, the oppressive danger made everyone perceive him as an extremely terrifying behemoth instead.

The camp’s residents lowered their heads under the young man’s calm gaze, even apologizing.

"Please... forgive us, Your Highness Gaer..."

"We got carried away..."

"Please excuse our transgressions..."

"I forgive you. Everyone, continue with your meal." Gaer Ximor kindly retracted his aura, clearing the atmosphere within the dining hall.

Then, he smiled and approached the corner of the dining hall where a restless Werewolf sat.

"Cousin Sotoron. I heard about your victory in five consecutive battles, yet now you seem like a defeated dog, tail tucked between your legs."

Standing beside Sotoron, the white-haired wolf boy lowered his head, speaking with a smiling yet cold tone: "Did you encounter a strong opponent? Cousin, I mentioned before that with your mediocre talent, you need constant battles and victories to build self-confidence."

"But this self-confidence is fragile. As soon as you face a truly powerful adversary whom you can’t even dare challenge before maturity, you’ll feel restless, with your beliefs shaken."

He gently placed a hand on Sotoron’s shoulder, affably nuzzling his quivering cousin’s ear—just like wolves brushing each other’s fur.

He softly asked, "Did you fight him?"

Sotoron hesitated for a second, then grit his teeth and said: "...No."

Crack.

A crisp sound of bones fracturing echoed. The Iron Bone in Sotoron’s shoulder, comparable to or even stronger than the most robust Armor Suit frame, had cracked, yet with sweat beading on his forehead, Sotoron remained silent, enduring quietly.

"Where’s your courage?" Gaer left Sotoron and sat opposite his cousin, his impatience showing in his tone: "You even allowed someone to eavesdrop on you silently—I’ve already removed it for you and gave that fool brother of yours a lesson. You won’t hold a grudge against me, will you?"

"Hint, how could I? I deserved it."

Gaer’s impatience actually relieved Sotoron. He knew his cousin’s awkward temper; the calmer he appeared, the more annoyed he was. Now, being able to talk with gripes meant his mood was improving.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, and the previously shattered scapula began to microscopically reorganize and mend itself through minute movements in his muscles. This terrifying bodily control and regeneration made what would be a crippling injury for ordinary people become a mere jest—like a ’pinch to the flesh’—in the worldview of Werewolves.