Although Emery felt his power had increased and would love to give a spin on his newfound strength by fighting those two acolytes head on, deep down he knew fighting two acolytes was too difficult for him. He was not even sure he could defeat one, let alone two, rank 7 acolytes. If he wanted to beat the odds and win, Emery had to use his wits.
The lightning acolyte gritted his teeth in impatience and snapped at Emery.
"You've been cornered! If you surrender now, at least you can save us some time!"
"Save time? If your time is really that valuable. You can just stop chasing me, then." Emery shrugged.
"Huh!! You're just a weakling rank 6 acolyte, and you dare act so arrogant? Bold of you to presume you have any place in this game! Just hurry up and die!"
"Let's see which one of us is more arrogant, then."
