Paul shook his head and laughed,
"He's a good man, but I'm not. How could I possibly follow a monk's strict discipline? So when the dean found out about my mistakes, he wanted me to leave.
"When I had just entered the Legend, I was no match for him, and he beat me down with just a few punches."
"But maybe it's because he taught me selflessly before. I gradually learned how to control my soul power, and I reached out to touch his forehead."
"When I actively use our race's natural talent, it's infinitely more powerful than using it passively. Even the dean, with his unwavering will among the demigods, couldn't resist my mental control."
"The only drawback is that after each use, there's a need to rest for a while. This was originally prepared for Tyler, but it seems I have to leave it to you now."
Hewitt conjured an ice spear in his hand, raised his hand, and pretended to throw it at Paul, but he staggered forward.
Paul smiled and said,
