Stopping

"Go straight here. You should be able to find them in two minutes. Unfortunately, I have to turn off the connection here or else they might find out about you. Good luck, Master Devon."

"Alright." The old man named Devon sped up, using his fastest speed to catch up. 

However, a flash suddenly appeared from the right. 

"!!!" Devon was forced to lower his body as the pressure suddenly exploded, causing a massive shock wave that blew his body to the side. 

"Where do you think you are going?" A middle-aged man wearing a black suit asked while fixing his sunglasses. He rested his sword on his shoulder as he appeared in front of Devon.

"It's not your problem." Devon punched the man, who blocked it with the sharp edge of the blade. 

Surprisingly, Devon's hand wasn't cut. In fact, his bare hand was actually strong enough to withstand the sharpness of the blade.