A host of different and powerful B rank powerhouses from all walks of life had gathered within the boss room of the fiftieth floor. For some reason, the Tower of Trials still existed despite it having been cleared already. And the warriors within it were angry.
Swords, spears and wands were pointed at Leon and the other group. A lot of violent, threatening words were spouted as greed took over the minds of some. But Leon simply stared at them with a blank face. These buffoons were threatening him? Did they know what he was capable of? Most likely not, but anyone with more than one brain cell should be able to tell that anyone who was capable of taking down the final boss was surely strong. Much stronger than average.
In fact, there were some who had this thought, but their line of thinking went along with the group. As long as they were in a large, capable crowd, then why the heck should they be afraid? What could Leon and his group do to them when they were vastly outnumbered?
