"The third level of the Original Infant Realm?"
Gazing at the 'Four Hundred Ancient Elephant Shadows' atop the head of the middle-aged soldier blocking him, Wyatt's eyes slightly coalesced, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.
The middle-aged soldier's gaze was ice-cold, looking at Wyatt with no glimpse of emotion.
"Are you the one who has been watching me from the shadows since early this morning?"
Wyatt's tone was calm, as if talking about something unrelated to him.
"Indeed, you are the top genius of the Holy Martial Academy, able to sense my spying on you in the shadows, I thought I was careful enough."
The middle-aged soldier was slightly surprised, not expecting Wyatt to have noticed him already.
"You're certainly not from the Crimson Drake Army, right?"
Wyatt looked deeply at the person before him, who was a warrior in the third level of the Original Infant Realm, only wearing ordinary soldier armor, not even a centurion...