"Really…" Garza seemed to be in his forties. With his tanned skin, he looked like a copper tower, overwhelming others with just his presence. Lin Li felt especially suffocated, for he could clearly feel a strong Combat Energy emitting from the middle-aged blacksmith, whose presence felt as stifling as a wall. Lin Li knew that he was definitely a true high-ranking warrior, and Macklin might only best him by a hair's breadth capability-wise…
The Breezy Plains was indeed far more exciting than Jarrosus…
"It seems you don't wish to say it…" The middle-aged blacksmith held the rainbow adamantine machete in his hand, and casually flourished it in the air before saying, "That's alright, I'm not interested in this machete, anyway. Honestly, I wouldn't have interfered if you hadn't doubted me earlier, but now it seems I have no choice but to do so…"
