Shanks, hearing this, did not back down. He responded with a cold look.
"I meant every word I say. You cultivators are no different than us Warriors. Why don't you prove if my judgment is wrong?"
"Ohh," the man said as he stepped one foot and vanished on the spot like air.
Shanks barely blinked before the man vanished from sight. His instincts kicked in, and he sidestepped just as a fist sliced through the air where his head had been a moment ago.
The force of the blow created a gust of wind that sent dust scattering across the warehouse floor.
"Fast," Shanks muttered, already on high alert.
Before he could fully process the attack, the man reappeared, this time delivering a sharp kick to Shanks' ribs.
The blow sent him skidding across the floor, crashing into a stack of crates that toppled over him.
Shanks coughed, clutching his side as he pushed himself back to his feet.
