I can handle it myself

Facing the angel challenging him, Mike introduced himself, "Human, Thor, level 499."

The eight-winged light angel spoke, "Angel race, Gabriel, level 989."

[Warm reminder from SSS-grade talent: Gabriel will enter his strongest combat state only after all eight light wings have fallen.]

[Is it possible that he has secretly restored his twelve-winged black angel strength, or even surpassed it?]

Hearing the name, Mike couldn't help but ask, "Where's your shop?"

"What?" Gabriel was puzzled, shaking his head, "You must have mistaken me for someone else."

Mike nodded, dropping the topic. As Gabriel observed him, Mike was also sizing up his opponent. If Mike wasn't mistaken, this angel had suffered severe injuries. And...

Mike squinted, examining more closely. The scars on Gabriel's back were from a single sword strike. This angel once had twelve light wings, all severed by one sword!