Gasp
"I-is it a joke?" One of the outer disciples, looking towards the slab that had been broken by a single punch from the man who was now making his way out of the pavilion, felt his eyes trembling as he turned towards one of her fellow disciples.
"Hah, h-he is a monster?!" Standing near her, the outer disciples also had widened eyes and trembling bodies as their hands clenched the railing, observing the cracks on the stone that was indestructible, given that they had always dreamed of leaving a mark of themselves on it.
Naturally, having been trained in the outer pavilion from the age of nine or having been selected through tournaments to enter the pavilion, it was a dream for all of them.
