Flynn was still in a severely injured state. Not only was his body in excruciating pain, but there was also an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
To be scolded by his own academy's 9th-level Beast Master teacher in front of so many talented Beast Masters from the Haunted Marsh, and the Beast Masters from the Abyssal Depths, was a feeling that was impossible to describe.
Flynn bit his lip hard, clenched his fists, and slowly raised his head, staring at the image in the air in silence.
This behavior only intensified Everett's anger. He had witnessed Charles' strength—though impressive, Flynn should not have been taken down by him so easily.
Everett took a deep breath, calming himself before speaking slowly, "The weapon Charles is using should be of orange-quality, and it's the best among orange-quality weapons!"
"You were too careless and overconfident. Once we return to the academy, reflect on this properly!"