Archibald understood why John had been so calm earlier.
It seemed his brother must have learned something crucial while outside, which explained his composed demeanor.
Leopold, having taken two punches, was sweating from the pain but seeing John's calmness helped him to stabilize his own nerves.
"No way! Brother must have a plan. I mustn't mess this up or hold him back."
"I bet you don't dare, why don't you give it a try?"
John said, appearing outwardly calm but gripping the Bloodthirsty Blade tightly in his hand.
Their powers had been reduced to around level 15, yet the adversaries they faced were gold-tier!
Their biggest problem was the inability to use their storage rings, trapping their supplies within.
The squad leader eyed John, a hint of wariness flashing through his eyes.
Did this man know something? Why else would he seem so confident?
