Chapter 367: Turn into a Frog_2

Misha couldn't help but curl her lip, wanting to retort. This brat didn't seem old, but talked like an old man. Magic potions had been invented over a thousand years ago, how could one not have encountered them?

Just admit you're broke without making excuses, but forget it.

Thinking that Durken might be poor, Misha didn't take the potion back, instead she pulled out a second one and started drinking it. She shifted her gaze back to the battleground, but was shocked by the scene before her.

Luther, surrounded by a substantial aura, had sliced off his opponent's head with a single sword stroke.

"The...the Ring of Truth? The Sword of Truth?" Misha exclaimed in shock. She had no idea how many times she had been shocked recently. First, there was a mage who could be considered a God of Flames. Now there was a Sword of Truth?

Misha looked back, her eyes sweeping over Durken, Feiti, and Big Cat Flash Hemoer. Could these unremarkable-looking people be of such high power levels?