Seeing that the other party wasn't interested in giving him a direct answer, Motan didn't continue to press further. He simply nodded, half-understanding, and turned his gaze back to the 'storm center' nearby.
...
"Heh, what is this all about?"
Hopkins, who had just figured out the situation himself, curled his lips, raising his wrinkled and seemingly frail right hand, which exuded a terrifying strength as he gently made a fist.
Bang—
The air that was originally in his palm had no chance to escape and was casually 'crushed' by the elder.
"Legendary... Middle Rank?!"
Standing behind Hopkins, Gavinrad Diesel swallowed hard. Even though this Knight Lord was well-versed and had long guarded the genius Darian Diesel, he was still taken aback by the scene.
"Yes, Legendary Middle Rank."
