"HAHA! Are you scared of us?!" they shouted —players who weren't part of any guild.
Ethan nodded, agreeing to whatever they said. That simple gesture made laughter echo across the area.
To him, it wasn't laughter of amusement —it was mockery.
Arnold laughed along, and so did Helena. But Michelle stayed silent. She didn't know how to react; she still remembered how powerful Ethan once was.
Now, with more experience, sharper skills, and the Bloodblade Ashura in his hand, his strength had to be far beyond what it used to be.
What are you planning, Ethan?
Their laughter faded when Arnold walked toward Ethan, clearly curious about his challenge.
Without even consulting his team, Arnold immediately accepted it. Michelle overheard and quickly stopped him.
"Don't be stupid. We worked hard to collect all that Star Essence. What if you lose?" Elle asked.
"My level is 54. Sure, my sword isn't as strong as his, but I've got three R-rank soul servants. I'm certain he's weaker than me."
