Faced James’ hostile, Faela felt a shiver down her spine. She reflected on their mental battle and realized that even though she was at the Ninth Xaeclon Rank, she might not emerge victorious in a physical confrontation against the mysterious young man.

She opted for a graceful exit, preserving some dignity rather than facing potential embarrassment in a real battle.

With a resigned sigh, Faela clasped her hand toward James and conceded, “Your combat skills are remarkable. You’re indeed worthy