As they spoke, his feet began to move, instantly accelerating to two hundred yards, brandishing the blade in his hand as he confronted the young man from the Funan nation.
Soon, the two brushed past each other— a Level 3 New Human and a Level 4 New Human. It was easy to guess who lost and who won. Time seemed to stop for two or three seconds, and soon, with a "puchi," a stream of blood sprayed from the neck of the young man from the Funan nation, leaving this world with a face full of reluctance.
"That's it?"
With a snort of disdain, this Level 4 Powerhouse from the Peace Party smiled at his comrades. At the same time, their waist communicators vibrated. Someone took it out and nodded to the others, "The vice president is already over there; we better hurry."
