“Well, aren’t you a cocky bastard?” the warrior snarled as he whirled his battle axe with a fierce gleam in his eyes. “Your daddy’s going to tell you one more time! This Windmill Forest has been reserved by the Mad Dragon guild. You can enter if you dare, but we won’t be able to guarantee your safety, hahaha….”

I grinned back at the warrior and brushed past him on my way into the forest with my sword in hand.

This loser wants to threaten me? Who the hell does he think he is?

“Damn you! You’re looking to die!” The warrior’s enraged voice rang out from behind me. The wind whistled as he launched a fierce Explosion Slash at my back, but I just kept on walking forward as if nothing had happened. It was as if I hadn't even noticed his attack.

Boom!

974!

A damage number flew up above my head, but it hadn’t even cracked four digits. The power behind the swing wasn’t bad and it actually managed to cause the tattered Soul Suppressing Cloak to flap in the air. The warrior stared at my back with a dumbfounded look on his face. "How is this possible? I only hit him for less than a thousand damage, and it’s just a melee fighter without a mount! What kind of defensive power is this…"

I turned around, a warm and gentle smile appearing on my face. "Remember, you were the one who started it!"

Whoosh!

Light exploded out from the Cyan Netherworld Sword as a spiral...