Robert’s tone was nonchalant.

He was not being dismissive. Rather he was confident of his invincibility.

Years of grueling training in the snowy mountains had honed his abilities to the Advanced Martial Saint level which was enough for him to overwhelm any prodigies of his generation.

“Your abilities are indeed impressive, but don’t let overconfidence blind you,” Lord Barbenheim said in warning. “Remember, there’s always someone stronger. The surviving descendant of the Fox family is also far more powerful than his peers. He will be your greatest opponent if he joins the competition.”

Robert merely chuckled in response.

“The Fox family? Why does that matter? The Fox family of old may have had some strength, but didn’t you crush them with a wave of your hand?

“Even if this mere surviving descendant of theirs has mastered their martial arts techniques, he holds no threat. Besides, anything he knows, I know as well. In fact, I’ve perfected the Fox family techniques far be