Chapitre 298: The Academy First Selection

*Whoosh!* The sound of a swift movement cut through the air, adding an element of urgency to the scene. Unlike the vibrant energy exuding from the white-robed man, the ethereal white energy emitted from him appeared dense and almost liquid-like, cascading down like droplets of water onto the flames. In a fraction of a second, the intense heat of Gibson's fire was smothered, creating a wispy mist that veiled the surroundings, unveiling Gibson's shadow as he instinctively shielded his head with both hands.

"Brat, are you alright?" inquired the white-robed individual, his hand waving gracefully, dispersing the mist with a burst of energy. The mist, which had threatened to engulf the onlookers, vanished into thin air, never touching a single soul.