"Do you need my help?"
Melita's grave voice reached Owen's ears, sensing the strength of the four assailants to be formidable.
"No need."
Owen shook his head, not out of bravado, but with the intention to gauge his current level of combat prowess.
One of the four coldly sneered and thrust his sword at Owen, a terrifying force swirling towards him.
"Thinking you can take on four by yourself? Dream on!"
Owen's gaze hardened; he did not underestimate his opponents.
He could clearly feel their strength.
A battle fervor ignited within his eyes.
"Boom!"
After an exchange, Owen and his opponent were both sent flying backward.
The onlookers' eyes widened in shock.
"Owen is indeed powerful!" Melita's mouth fell open slightly.
Her own combat abilities were not insignificant, yet she immediately recognized Owen's strength as being even greater than hers!
