"You f*cker, you said he was weak!" Sam shouted, his face a mix of anger and shock.
The leader gritted his teeth. "Focus! He can't be that strong if we work together. Keep attacking, and don't let him catch his breath!"
Sam clicked his tongue, his words caught in his throat, unable to say anything about the shamelessness of his comrade.
He unleashed his aura to the maximum, cold sweat beading on his brow as he readied himself to attack the cloaked figure, no longer underestimating him.
The wind seemed to stagnate, a palpable tension in the air, a tension all four warriors felt.
" No, we can still make this, this skill must be some kind of trump card to demotive us " the leader thought, trying steer his mind away from reality and that was, the cloaked figure was stronger than them.
