Suddenly, without any warning, the fangwolves began to fall in large numbers. Han Yue did not see how the strange man’s hand was moving at all when it began.
How was that possible? Han Yua and the rest of the group looked at the strange man in disbelief.
"What a strange man!" Han Yue knitted his brows and whispered to himself. To him, the strange man was probably an alchemist, since wide ranged attacks were an ability unique to alchemists. However, no alchemist could attack without leaving any traces of how it was done, much less in front of a group of combat experts. That seemed to be what mentalists could do. In terms of unexpectedness and concealed attacks, mentalists were the best of the lot. However, it was hard to imagine a mentalist killing so many fangwolves single-handedly. Could he be a combat expert? His kick earlier was quite strong, but not enough to convince people that he was a combat expert.
Just who was this man? All of them were troubled by the same question.
