The tremor blew the robes Dalvin wore slightly, but the man himself did not seem at all fazed. It wasn't just common indifference or blind confidence, but the feeling of casualness that came with a certain understanding of oneself.
This bear that came over was more likely to kill itself by running into him at full speed while he stood in place, while he would remain unharmed. Like how an adult would not flinch nor flee if a baby tried to punch their chest, so too did Dalvin not react with any danger.
This was naturally sensed by the irritable bear beast who roared and rose on its hind legs, glaring at Dalvin with anger. How dare a meager martial artist dare to look down upon it? How many of his kind had it callously killed to get its current peace of mind?
