Frank Hartley's eyes widened as he stared intently at Tobias Wren.
The sheer power he'd felt during their clash just now was nothing an ordinary soldier from any Military District should possess!
Though Frank had only used seventy percent of his strength, the fact that Tobias could trade blows without losing ground meant he had to be at least at officer level.
As a mid-ranking general, Frank knew every one of the hundred or so leaders in the command hierarchy by sight—yet this man's face drew complete blank.
Tobias didn't answer Frank's question, just responded with a cocky grin.
For a bodyguard to exchange moves with a decorated general and come out ahead? That was material for months of bragging in front of the other four Guardians.
"Which Military District are you from, soldier?"
