How does he talk?

"Kid, show some respect!"

"Don’t get too arrogant!"

These are hammered out in the training camp, usually competing secretly, not accepting each other, but when facing outsiders, they are quite united.

Saying Bear, isn’t that equivalent to talking about them?

Their comrades, they absolutely can’t let anyone insult them like this!

Several people propped themselves up from the ground, ignoring the piercing pain in their bodies, and all stood up to stand by Bear, giving him support.

The captain saw this, his bold brows furrowed, and said to Charles Seymour, "Bear was just on a mission, you haven’t even hurt..."

"Who told you no one got hurt?" This made Charles Seymour’s anger flare up, pointing at Sophie Wilson, "The neck!"

Bear heard this and was taken aback, hurriedly looking over, but maybe his eyesight wasn’t very good lately since he saw no blood.

A comrade hurried over, checked from three steps away, and then returned, looking at Charles Seymour with a complex expression.

"Is the injury serious?" Bear asked worriedly.

"Serious," the comrade said, "If we head late to the hospital..."

"What?" Bear asked in surprise.

"It’ll be just fine."

Bear: "..."

The comrade looked at Charles Seymour speechlessly, "A cut less than half a centimeter, you call that an injury?"

Charles Seymour narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze like a knife, "If he hadn’t done something stupid like that surprise attack, my Sophie wouldn’t have been injured at all!"

"I was just trying to save the hostage!" Bear retorted defiantly.

What do you mean by something stupid?

"Did we need your rescue?" Charles Seymour shouted angrily.

"Why jump down when you were perched in the tree? Didn’t you see the hand signals I gave? Are you blind?" Charles Seymour asked angrily.

Bear was stunned by the shouting, that momentum more frightening than the instructors, leaving him to mutter, "I was just focusing on the hostage..."

"If you can’t keep track of the whole situation during a mission, how on earth were you selected?" Charles Seymour scornfully questioned in a furious tone.

At the time, he never thought, after he finished giving the signals, this guy actually jumped down!

When this fool jumped, his heart stopped in an instant.

In such an unexpected situation, who knew if that so-called Old Eight would harm Sophie?

Even though he rushed over at top speed, Sophie still got injured.

"You’re too arrogant, kid!" Bear’s comrade couldn’t stand it and exclaimed, who was this guy?

Speaking so harshly!

Why did they look like worthless in his eyes?

Charles Seymour said nothing, just gave a faint glance, making that person’s punched area start to ache faintly.

He took a breath, only then realizing this person’s skills... were exceptionally good.

"He has the qualification," the captain said, "Haven’t you always wanted to meet Asura?"

A few comrades realized the meaning in their captain’s words, all were shocked!

Asura?

This person before them?

They had heard the rumors.

A few years ago, the training camp accepted an incredibly formidable newcomer, training as if his life depended on it, and more importantly, smart.

His abilities were leading by a mile in every aspect, not just among his peers, even the seniors couldn’t compare, reportedly breaking many records.

Even in real combat exercises, he single-handedly turned the tables, defeating opponents soundly.