"Under forty years old, Inner Sect disciples?"
Hearing Trevor Baillie's words, Wyatt Barnes smiled faintly, his expression calm and collected, without the slightest hint of pressure.
With his current strength, not to mention the Inner Sect disciples under forty years old in the Moon Radiance Sect, even those exceptional ones within the top tier of the Inner Sect, he had no fear at all.
At present, his strength couldn't guarantee defeating those at "Entering the Saint Realm, Large Perfection," but as for those at "Entering the Saint Realm, Small Perfection," unless their talent was particularly monstrous, they shouldn't pose a threat to him.
Therefore, in his eyes, the Moon Radiance Sect's annual "Hunting Assessment" was merely a formality.
"Indeed."
Trevor Baillie nodded and then chuckled, "This year's Hunting Assessment is merely a formality for you, Junior Brother… With your strength, claiming first place in the Hunting Assessment will be as easy as flipping your hand."
