The Fist King noticed Apollo watching him and glanced back. The air around them grew heavy with an invisible oppression that sought to suppress Apollo, but he stood firm, meeting the Fist King's gaze without flinching. This surprised the Fist King, who was taken aback by Apollo's calm and steady demeanour.
He had encountered many young warriors from various noble families and different kingdoms, but he had never seen anyone like Apollo. It felt like he wasn't facing a young kid, but a seasoned veteran warrior with unimaginable strength. The Fist King's eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to study Apollo, intrigued by this unexpected resilience.
Master Aaron, noticing the silent exchange, approached with a knowing smile. "Fist King, this is Apollo, my first apprentice," he introduced. "He has been training diligently and has shown remarkable progress."
