Chief Promise Clouds

The forest was quiet.

Chief Promise Clouds of Class One Hall had already replaced the paper fan in his hands with a high-grade masterpiece, Profound Green, which was surrounded by green light. His Profound Green was a first-echelon sword. Its attack reached 600 points, and its attributes made it a weapon that a normal player could not obtain. 

However, even as he held the first-echelon Profound Green tightly in his hands, it did not give Promise Clouds any sense of safety. 

Thud… thud!

Behind him was a young man in his twenties. He held a sword in one hand while he pressed against a wound at his stomach with the other. He stared at the forest around him with a pale and frightened face. Blood poured out swiftly from between his fingers and dripped slowly on the ground.