Not too far from Luna and Liora's location, hidden among the rocky terrain, a group of rough men gathered.
They were not ordinary men, as they were the bandits. They were merciless hunters who had adapted to survive in this deadly A-Rank Beast Zone.
Because they had lived among these dangerous creatures for years, they were stronger than most ordinary Beast Fighters.
Their strength wasn't just from talent. It was from ruthless survival.
One of the scouts crouched on a jagged rock and could see the bright glow of Leon's silver flames in the distance.
He smirked before quickly turning back toward his leader. "Boss, we got something. Looks like new prey just wandered in. They're fighting in the Pyrolf territory."
The leader of the bandits, a large man with scarred arms and cold, predatory eyes, was sitting lazily on a boulder, chewing on a dried piece of beast meat.
