The silence that followed was deafening. Every student in the dojo stood frozen, the air still vibrating from the sudden suppression of Kenshi’s mana.
Ross was panting, his face displayed a dawning realisation of how far he had gone. Kenshi’s grip on Ross’s wrist didn't loosen immediately. He turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes moving from Ross to Lucian.
“Both of you are meant to be sparring that's what this class is for,” Kenshi said, his voice dropping to a low tone. “Instead, you two let yourselves get carried away. If you cannot control your intent, you have no business being here .”
He released Ross’s arm. The lackey stumbled back, rubbing his wrist, the smugness finally replaced by a look of genuine fear. Kenshi then looked at Lucian. There was no praise in his eyes, but a f
