Two black-clad figures stood together alertly, keeping a safe distance across from the mysterious expert before them.
Although they hadn't clashed yet, the fact that the enigmatic person had shattered the steps with a single punch showed that their adversary's strength was terrifying.
"Who exactly are you?" the skinny black-clad assassin spoke first, inquiring tentatively.
"Me?" Underneath the ancient bronze ghost mask, a raspy yet resounding voice sounded, like the clash of metals, carrying an implicit atmosphere of fear deep within.
"It seems, you are not worthy to know." The eyes peering through the bronze mask were devoid of emotion as these words were spoken, as if it was only natural that they were not worthy to know his identity.
This was arrogance, but also confidence; one needs enough leverage to say such words to two assassins.
The two black-clad assassins' eyes were clearly filled with anger, not expecting the other party to not give them the slightest bit of face.
