Time seemed to stop for those present, in the span of a second, Noah became a tyrant among them. Each of their instincts told them that only death waited after a clash with the young man.
He immediately became unbeatable in their way eyes. "But...due to my not so bad mood, I'll give you a second chance. Drop your weapon or greet death," Noah explained.
Matthias who's hand had been frozen in its pointed position, immediately dropped his sword, as he took a step backwards. 'What the fuck. He was only at the bottom of tier 1 a few months ago,' He shouted inwardly.
"That's good...Now go away." Noah waved his hand. Truth be told he wished someone acted out of line, after all the leaderboard showed that Matthias's team was in 30th position.
The group of five did as they were told, though there was struggle on their expressions, they didn't dare act in anger.
