Standing at nearly two meters tall, the man radiated an overwhelming confidence and presence, matching his massive frame. Despite the significant handicap of a missing eye—something that would cripple even those at the Transcendence Tier—the man showed no apparent vulnerability in his field of vision. This was proof that his perception neared the level of the mind’s eye, an ability bordering on the extraordinary.0

Contrary to his bold and almost brash demeanor, his singular eye carried a cold sharpness, sinking deeply into a calm that seemed unnatural. 0

He feels familiar somehow... Ah, he reminds me of the wandering swordsmen among the vagabonds from the Central Plains—mercenaries. 0

Vagabonds were individuals without any affiliation or purpose, drifting like reeds on the water, but mercenary swordsmen were different. They were skilled warriors, often ranging from third-class to second-class fighters, and in some rare cases, they were even Peak Realm masters. 0

These individuals with honed talents and battle-hardened instincts were hired for coin or elixirs. Even the prodigies of prestigious martial sects, pampered in their sheltered environments, had reason to fear these mercenaries. 0

At the pinnacle of such mercenary swordsmen stood the Wave King, also known as the Poison...0