Screeeech!

Two swords fiercely competed against each other in strength. Both of the mana-filled swords continued to seek the slightest opportunity to slice their opponent’s neck off. 

“It seems like all my underlings are dead. Are they all dead?” the man asked.

“Did you honestly think that they would still be alive with their level of skills?” 

“No, I know better. I should’ve expected it from people I picked out in a hurry.”

Tang!

Zich and the man pushed each other’s swords and increased the distance between them. It was a brief confrontation. Zich glanced at Snoc for a moment and then looked directly at the man.

“I am asking to make sure. You are the one who made Snoc like that, right?”

“Didn’t I do well, sir?”

Like he was proud, the man placed his hands on his waist, puffed up his chest, and assumed an air of confidence.

“You know, our friend here is quite the shy guy. So, I went out of my way to do him a favor. I was worried that he might not be satisfied.”

“Don’t be so humble. He seems to be satisfied by the way he is literally exploding in confidence. Well, I just asked because I was curious about why he suddenly became so confident about himself.”

In a potentially dangerous situation, they spurred out bloodlust, but...