Chapitre 63: Praise to Young Master Watson

The strange phenomenon in the sky lasted for a few minutes before it slowly dissipated.

The gray fog behind Watson's back, which looked like eyes, had disappeared into the air too. The tearing feeling in his body subsided slowly, followed by a surging power that flowed like the sea.

Watson clenched his fists. The place where his knuckles touched the air emitted a creaking sound as if it was crushing the air.

"I'm a gold-tier warrior now." Watson sighed. Then, he looked around. Other than Nightingale, who remained surprised as she sat on the bench, the other guards knelt in front of him. They did not dare to breathe loudly; they did not even dare to look at him.

Sure enough, the system had scared them. It said that the fusion of light and dark aura would cause harm to the world. It seemed like things were fine. 

The sky was still blue, and the grass on the ground was still green. The number of people around them did not change.