119 Molton Potter

"I've been here for three months already and I've yet to battle a native. This experience would be a first for me." There wasn't a single trace of panic emanating from the cloaked man. Instead, he seemed to portray an express of regret. Cracking his fists, he said, "You guys are a bit too weak though. Can't you find some stronger opponents for me to play with? I can't feel satisfied by simply beating silly such easy opponents."

"Fuck your mom!" Babulu and his companions launched their attacks at the same time. Several long blades, each glowing with a cold light, flew directly toward the cloaked man like lightning. Despite their speed, their target disappeared before their eyes and their blades hitting nothing but air.

Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng~