Chapter 0197

Grandmasters—a nation's pride and joy.

The Regulus Windsur boasted five mighty armies, including the Northern Wyverna Army with its legendary 'One Hundred and Eight War Generals', each being a grandmaster in their own right. They were a force to be reckoned with.

In all of Regulus Windsur, there were no more than a thousand grandmasters. It took millions, sometimes tens of millions of ordinary people, to produce just one of those rare grandmasters.

"You're quite full of yourself."

Wilhelm's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes locked on Alexander with a chill of indifference. "You're like a young bull, unafraid of tigers, not knowing the danger. I've ended many brash youths like you."

He glanced over at Harry and the others dismissively. "You all wanted Alexander dead, didn't you? However, he just saved Miss Acela and is in Mister Hardy's good graces. I won't bite the hand that feeds."

With that, he turned back to Alexander, his voice as austere as steel. "Your recent stunts in Provin