Voices clashed back and forth as each side passionately defended their position. The older apprentices hadn’t expected the new arrivals to be so bold, go against them so soon after joining. If this continued, the newcomers might even surpass them.

One of the leaders, unable to tolerate the situation any longer, shouted, "What’s so excessive? According to the rules of Purecastle, newcomers must yield to the older apprentices!"

"Oh? Why weren’t we informed of this?" one of the newcomers retorted.

"Yeah, Orson didn’t mention it before he left," another added.

The newcomers were persistent in their objections. Seeing that they were unmoved by both persuasion and threats, the leader's expression darkened with frustration.

"Don’t think you can avoid punishment just because you refuse to listen," the leader snapped, his anger boiling over. He swung a powerful punch at Tyron, clearly intending to take him down with one blow.

But Tyron simply smiled. "I was waiting for you to make a move,