Seven's words were not without purpose, he could sense that his mentor, Quinn, was stunned by Charles's talent.
Moreover, the expressions on the faces of the useless Genosha alchemists around him while they spoke didn't seem to indicate that they were fabricating anything.
No matter what, Charles had already posed a threat to him.
As Quinn's apprentice, Seven had seen too many powerful alchemists and had developed a mad craving for alchemical genius.
Now, a sense of crisis had started to grow in his heart because of Charles.
"What if my mentor gets tempted and wants to take Charles as his apprentice, or worse, lowers the stakes of the duel? That cannot happen!" Seven thought to himself.
His gaze hardened, even if there were geniuses among these small nations in the Abyssal Depths, none could be stronger than him!
