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Whistler did not find it surprising.

"That moment... Yes, I felt it for an instant. So, that's how it is."

Inside the room, Nash and Casimir continued to sit and observe. Suddenly, Nash asked, "Casimir, what is this about?"

Casimir smiled.

"It's nothing. I just want them to see a little of the world outside."

At that moment, Casimir glanced at Nash. "Master Calcraft, you can just say what's on your mind."

Nash looked at Casimir in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Casimir chuckled. "Master Calcraft, you've been wanting to ask me something since you arrived, haven't you?"

Nash lowered his voice and asked, "Master Hay, do you know about Amulet Glory?"

The fight between the two was intense.

After witnessing Clint's various strange magical arrays, Whistler began to struggle to keep up.

"This array... No... The true energy within Mr. Clint is incredibly vast, and the attacks keep coming."

Clint switched up his magical arrays and charged at Whistler. At this point, Whistler confidently pulled out a talisman from his clothing.

"Thunderbolt, appear!"

After a clap of thunder, Clint vanished from the spot.

Whistler looked around frantically.

"He used that strange ability again... No! Perhaps I can do it too."

Whistler was quite young, not yet 20, but he had become a close disciple of Casimir due to his exceptional talent.

Being so young and still able to become a disciple of the Heavenly Master of Hydra Hill certainly showed he had remarkable qualities.

Some people within the sect were initially dissatisfied as he was too young and would likely provoke jealousy among the older disciples.

Hence, under Casimir's guidance, Whistler set up a challenge arena.noveldrama

Anyone who could defeat Whistler would earn a place as a close disciple of Casimir.

This temptation drew many disciples who had been struggling at the lower levels for years without making any progress. They were unwilling to accept their status, yet none could defeat Whistler's abilities.

On that day, around 50 to 60 challengers faced Whistler. At the time, Hydra Hill had fewer than a hundred disciples.

This meant more than half the disciples attempted to challenge Whistler, including some strong ones. However, they all ended up defeated.

After that, no one dared to question Whistler's abilities. He became a well-known genius among the mountain's residents.

The outer disciples were also eager not to miss this match.

To get a good view, some climbed onto rooftops while others scaled walls.

Linden remained propped up with his broom, lost in thought.

At that moment, Keshawn rushed over and shouted, "Linden, go take a look! It seems Whistler has run into a tough opponent. It's quite the spectacle!"

Linden slowly lifted his head.

"Ah, sorry, I dozed off earlier. You go ahead. I'm feeling a bit tired."

"You lazy bum! You're gonna doze off while a show is happening? I'm really amazed," Keshawn remarked, climbing toward the rooftop himself as he feared he might not get a spot.

With his vision blurry, Linden closed his eyes and felt the wind around him.

At that moment, a leaf fell nearby, and he instinctively walked over to sweep it up.

"Martial artists? Training? What a hassle... Indeed, sweeping is much easier."