After six months of training, Julius knew his technique was lacking compared to Smith's. He breathed deeply, controlling his anger to focus on a particular memory.
"Did you know? I killed a brown bear one versus one, unarmed and without technique?" Adam said, a smirk gracing his ethereal lips as his eyes focused on his dull mana control technique in Theodore's shop.
"A brown bear? Like the ones from the encyclopedia?" Julius asked, raising his brow in doubt. The creature's image he had seen looked terrifying, making it hard to believe a man could emerge victorious in a direct confrontation.
"Yeah, yeah! That one. Then, I killed an alpha and three wolves alone," Adam added, his prideful declaration making his words strangely believable to the boy, as if he was bragging. Yet, he rapidly frowned.
"I'm sure you are pranking me again, big bro. I don't believe you."