Strength
"Unbelievable! This is way too arrogant!"
"How dare he be so cocky? I'm ready to fight him to the death!"
The practitioners present were already feeling devastated by the grim news they had just received. Seeing Timothy standing there, completely unfazed, only made it harder for them to keep their emotions in check.
"No way I'm buying that you're worthy of being the goddess's partner, Timothy. I'm challenging you to a one-on-one fight!"
Borval, from the western mountains, finally stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Timothy.
Borval was a massive figure, standing at an imposing 6'9", with muscles so thick and defined that his skin had been tanned to a deep, healthy bronze from years under the sun. His presence radiated anger, and the oppressive aura of a Holy Emperor-level practitioner spread out around him, making many of the other practitioners feel uneasy.