“Come up one by one.”
Right after spitting out those words.
When I first spat that out.
Honestly, I thought a storm would rage.
Qi would burst out explosively, and they’d charge at me right away. That’s what I expected, but.
“Keuk.”
“That guy truly-!”
Surprisingly, the leaders didn’t readily charge and were just venting their anger.
It’s clearly visible that they want to swing their swords at me right now.
The killing intent being emitted now, and the Qi, are all directed at me.
Yet, they’re not actually charging directly.
‘This is unexpected.’
Seeing that, I inwardly swallow a slight surprise.
Those guys are more than I thought….
‘Guys whose heads work.’
They were guys who knew how to think.
I scratched them that much, yet they’re not rashly charging, right?
Normally, it would be a situation where sword fighting would break out immediately, not enough even then.
Nevertheless, the reason they’re hesitating like that is none other.
‘They can’t gauge the outcome well.’
Even if martial artists are all ignorant bastards. Beyond instinct, they have eyes and ears.
Whether they’ve seen something. Or heard something.
They must know something.
Probably, they’re recalling right now.
‘The things I’ve done.’
Facing a white-grade demonic beast and executing the attackers.
That’s not what I mean.
What’s important here is.
‘The matter of beating the Blade King.’
The matter of messing up the Blade King at the martial tournament.
They must have heard about that fact.
If they have brains, from the moment it was said I’d come as a leader, they would have tried to grasp about me.
Thus, even in this moment, they must…