From then on, he became a legendary figure in the training camp.

He trained recklessly, appeared and disappeared like a ghost during combat, controlled the entire situation, and even broke through challenges alone.

Calm, self-controlled, ruthless, and meticulous.

Everyone admired him when speaking of him, but also felt fear.

He earned a private nickname—Asura.

However, Asura was just a fleeting presence in the training camp and left soon after.

It is said that many leaders regretted his departure deeply.

They never expected to see him again!

The living Asura!

The real Asura!

A few people were as excited as fans meeting their idol, their fervent gaze almost burning at Charles Seymour.

Charles Seymour frowned, gave a disdainful glance at these crazed individuals, turned around, and walked away with Sophie Wilson.

"Idol, please wait a moment!" Bear now felt no pain in his waist nor back, his previous injuries instantly healed.

"Idol, I didn’t know it was you. Can I have your autograph before you go?" Bear rushed to Charles Seymour, smiling ingratiatingly.

Charles Seymour’s face darkened.

"Embarrassing, isn’t it?" The captain walked over, scolded, and said to Charles Seymour, "Sorry for injuring your...friend. Want to go to the hospital?"

"No need." Charles Seymour didn’t wish to chat with these people more, having vented by beating them, he felt satisfied.

Bear watched Charles Seymour leave so decisively and regrettedly muttered, "I can’t believe I didn’t recognize my idol. I mean, who else could beat me like I’m a weakling?"

His comrades silently moved two steps aside, not wanting to be mistaken as associated with him.

"Let’s go." The captain withdrew his gaze from Charles Seymour’s departing figure and instructed to bring old eight along; capturing these dealers really took quite some time.

Luckily, none escaped, so it was worth it. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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"Wow, were you this amazing before?" Sophie Wilson looked at Charles Seymour with starry eyes, "Asura, so impressive!"

"They’re just calling me that randomly, I never acknowledged it." Charles Seymour frowned, his gaze paused on her neck wound.

The person he cherishes was hurt just like that.

He actually went easy on them before.

Charles Seymour had a strong urge to go back and beat them hard again!

No wonder they call him Bear, he’s really dull and stupid!

Sophie Wilson quickly grabbed Charles Seymour’s hand, coyly shook it: "It’s really nothing, just a light scratch."

Truth is, even without Charles Seymour rushing over, she could have dodged.

But, she wouldn’t say this now, he was really scared earlier.

When he pulled her away, his hand was cold, showing he was truly frightened.

"Okay, let’s disinfect it." Charles Seymour carefully checked again.

He had already squeezed it earlier, fearing it might get infected with dirt; dealing with it back at camp would make him feel reassured.

Sophie Wilson of course wouldn’t argue on this, nodding obediently.

Back at the camp, after Charles Seymour treated Sophie Wilson’s wound, he called Kai Bright: "It’s done."

"Alright, I’ll return with Lucy Wells." Kai Bright said, then returned with Lucy Wells to camp, letting Lucy Wells enter the tent, while he went to find Charles Seymour, "Was that person patient enough? Took so long to act?"

Last night, he and Charles Seymour had noticed someone watching them, so during today’s operation, they separated from everyone.