"Several renowned swordsmen from the human kingdoms were blinded with lime and stabbed to death with daggers by petty thugs, Richard. Never underestimate anyone. With just a bit more ruthlessness, anyone could fall," Master Puskas spoke with the wisdom of someone who had been through the trials of life.
"Damn! Did any of our people get hurt?" Liu Zhenhan suddenly remembered to ask urgently.
"Me!" Master Puskas pointed at his own belly: "This old thing almost got hit by some brute. Those little beasts flipped the table and went at it, nearly scared me half to death! I've never seen anything like this before! luckily, I'm not too old yet, and my magic is still released quickly, otherwise, it really would have been over."
Sweat "swooshed" down the faces of Liu Zhenhan and Helen, having almost lost Master Puskas to a few Beamon thugs. It wasn't just about whether it would escalate to a national dispute, but the lifetime of brilliance would also have been wasted.
