It had been nearly 15 minutes or so since these three cultivators arrived. They took only a few bites of the food and drank wine.

Suddenly, a senior among them stood up and spoke out, "Greetings everyone, I am Zinon Tripellis, and I am a member of the Stony Rock Sect."

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Zinon paused after speaking those words. Nearly all the people within the pub, including Azaroth's group, focused on him.

They were just mildly curious why he was shouting loudly.

Meanwhile, the other people looked surprised to hear that Zinon was a disciple of the Stony Rock Sect. This sect was situated near their area and their disciples were considered quite talented.

This sect would rank in the top ten sects in the Glerian Kingdom.

"As you can see, the atmosphere in this bar is pretty gloomy. So, how about we exchange a couple of moves against each other? Our junior brother is willing to instruct any volunteers." Zinon then gestured towards the young genius from his sect.

Immediately enough, people swept their glances at him. They remembered that this guy killed a Savage Flame Boar alone. Maybe they can learn a new skill from him.

The young genius stood up and humbly spoke, "My name is Spyro Vasilias. I would be honored to show off my inexperienced techniques. If anyone wants to exchange move with me, they can raise their hands. But only a single one from each table please."

This way of speaking caught everyone's attention. They knew that he was a genius but they didn't expect him to speak so humbly.

The fact he was allowing one from each table already delighted them. It had to be known that the geniuses from the sect would typically show an indifferent expression. Most of them would never waste their precious time on a few commoners.

Spyro was internally delighted as he became the center of attraction once again. He stared at Azaroth's table since his main motive was to impress the beauties seated there but he was shocked and annoyed to find out they had already turned their heads and no longer focused on him.

'Even these 2 Star Warriors dare to look down on me?!' Spyro was angry, but he kept a straight face. His serene and confident smile remained unchanged.

As a young genius, Spyro had been praised by all sorts of people since the time he began to cultivate. He was the rising star in his Stony Rock Sect and there were rumors that after one more year, he could even become the number 1 talent of his sect.

In the future, he would be the face of the sect, so they would agree to nearly all his requests. In this life, he had received whatever he wanted.

But today, he saw that a group of these cultivators actually ignored him. No… They most likely thought that he wasn't worth looking at.

Such blatant disregard… It was the first time Spyro had experienced it in this city. Even his senior brothers with much greater strength wouldn't do it let alone these weaklings.

Even though Spyro was furious at Azaroth and his group, he decided to endure. He knew if he acted now, it would backfire on him.

First, he had to show off a bit more.

While Spyro was having such thoughts, nearly all the people in the pub had decided who would go and exchange points against Spyro.

All of them had made up their minds, except for Azaroth's table and a couple of tables inhabited solely by women.

It was Zinon who spoke out soon enough, "Let's start with the one from the nearest table to yours. Yes, you. You can exchange pointers with our junior brother."

Zinon pointed at a man who was seated on the nearest table to their own. The man looked excited as he stepped out.

Zinon then looked at the manager and asked him, "Move the tables aside and prepare some space for junior brother to exchange pointers with everyone here."

The manager nodded his head and immediately sent his men to move a few tables aside. They were round tables and could easily be picked up and placed somewhere else.

There was a lot of vacant space generated. It was enough for Spyro and another person to have a short spar.

The first man who had stepped out appeared to be a middle-aged man. He had clearly been cultivating for a long time but he had barely reached the 3 Star Rank. His Spiritual energy was fluctuating greatly which meant he had only recently broken through to the 3 Star Rank and hadn't stabilized it yet.

Spyro moved ahead and took his position. The middle-aged man did the same.

The two first exchanged their names as Spyro spoke, "I will allow you to attack me with 3 techniques. If you manage to push me from this spot, you will win. And if you win, I will give you 100 Spirit Coins."

The middle-aged man was excited to hear about the reward. Not just him, but the other people as well.

They didn't think they would be able to earn money from this exchange. But now, not only would they be able to test their skill against a genius from the Stony Rock Sect but also earn money if they won.

Spyro internally grinned cynically as he watched their delighted expressions.

They were thinking too highly of themselves if they thought they could defeat him.

Soon enough, the middle-aged man charged at Spyro with his top speed. He was an independent cultivator so he didn't possess a proper movement technique.

This middle-aged man appeared to be talented in using the Flame Element. He congealed it around his fist and punched Spyro.

The onlookers were shocked as they saw the fist hit Spyro. However, what surprised them even further was that Spyro's body didn't move. Based on his relaxed expression, it didn't even seem as if he had been punched.

"You have another two attacks," Spyro spoke with a calm tone.

Once the middle-aged man heard Spyro, he immediately jumped and kicked Spyro's chest. He had used Flame Ardor to generate a speed burst to push Spyro but once again, he had failed.

"The final attack. Make sure to put your all into it." Spyro spoke.

The middle-aged man's complexion turned slightly ugly. He knew that if he failed now, he wouldn't be able to win those 100 Spirit Coins.

He congealed all his Flame Ardor in both of his fists and then launched a fierce punching combo at Spyro. The trick of this technique was that his momentum would slowly increase with each punch he threw out. Hence, the power of this attack was gradually rising.

Spyro took those attacks on his body but he didn't seem to care at all.

Soon, the middle-aged man got exhausted and stopped his fierce combo.

Spyro then spoke with a haughty look, "My turn now."

He threw out what seemed to be a light punch and targeted the middle-aged man's chest. Once the middle-aged man saw his attack, he immediately moved his hands to block it. However, even after he had used both of his hands to block the punch, he was forced back several steps.

"You have lost," Spyro spoke calmly.

The middle-aged man accepted his defeat by lowering his head.

Spyro added, "You should stabilize your aura and focus on control rather than pure power or speed. Once you achieve that, your power will increase exponentially."

The onlookers were quite surprised and excited as they heard Spyro advising the middle-aged man.

This meant he would advise them after they lose to him. This was a rare opportunity and they made sure to display their complete ability to him.

Azaroth's vision fell on this charade as well. He resisted the urge to chuckle as he saw this entire scene and heard Spyro's advice.

'This guy is pretending so hard to make it seem as if he has the bearing of an expert.'