They all call me Great Master

Under the moonlight, the cheap potion had already turned the golden hair into a half-gray, half-yellow flaxen color. Though the lenses might be considered high-end items, they weren't uncommon.

Only those items with secret technique functionality would catch one's attention.

Looking at the man across from him, the Mystic Side Person couldn't help but feel a deep contempt from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

The Old Lion, he was someone even daring to look up to was impossible.

Yet his son was a fool.

To blend in with those worthless commoners, he actually didn't wear bodyguards and used some "civilian items" to disguise himself.

Such childish behavior almost made the Mystic Side Person burst into laughter.

Of course, what truly delighted this Mystic Side Person was that he could actually pursue the Young Lion, and even reasonably beat him up a few times.

Thinking about this, the Mystic Side Person shivered with excitement.

The feeling far surpassed the thrill of an adrenaline rush.

How could physical pleasure compare to psychological fulfillment?

Just like the previous time when he saw a pathetic little cat, he picked it up directly, slammed it on the ground, and then stomped on it heavily a few times.

That sensation, he'd never forget it in his lifetime.

That stirring from the heart made him savor it endlessly.

And the man in front of him?

Even better than that little cat.

A young lion without teeth.

Absolutely perfect!

Panting, panting!

The Mystic Side Person looked at the youthful face of the man opposite him, breath began to quicken, and his tongue involuntarily licked his lips.

After some moisture was added to his dry lips, the night wind blew, fueling his inner desires.

The orders from above were to capture the man alive.

But during the pursuit, accidents were inevitable.

If...

The tremors continued; the heartbeat was unending, as the Mystic Side Person seemed to see the desires washing over him like sea waves.

However, the next moment, the Mystic Side Person finally shook his head, sobering up completely as desires almost drowned him.

Not rationality.

But fear.

The Old Lion was still alive.

He was afraid of the opponent.

Hence, the Mystic Side Person restrained himself, but the outstretched hand didn't stop—perhaps unable to destroy, but grasping that face tightly then shaking fiercely would also be a fine experience.

'What would that sensation be like?

Too anticipatory!'

The Mystic Side Person thought in his heart, and the extended palm started to tremble.

Then, just as the hand was about to touch the man.

A dagger was thrust into the back of the Mystic Side Person.

A hand grasped this black dagger, seemingly blunt yet extraordinarily Sharp.

That hand belonged to the man.

And the man stood before the Mystic Side Person.

"You?

Gresah Ham... uh!"

Before the words were finished, the Mystic Side Person lost his breath.

The black dagger was not only Sharp but also carried deadly poison.

Whew! Whew!

Gazing at the death of the Mystic Side Person, the man gasped heavily—just as the outside world rumored, his Talent was indeed not outstanding.

Such matters that Gresah accomplished effortlessly required him to focus completely, using it once would exhaust all his physical strength.

But now was not the time for rest.

The man gripped the dagger tightly and staggered towards the dock.

He needed a boat.

Then, leave Kilg Harbor, Inner Bay.

Though he didn't know what had happened, Inner Bay was no longer a place to stay.

As for where to go?

South Los!

The relationship with Inner Bay there wasn't great!

But precisely because the relationship wasn't favorable, he needed to go there!

Only there could withstand the pressure from Inner Bay!

Of course, that's the worst step.

Initially, he would hide his identity, needing to find out what exactly happened in Inner Bay.

Then?

Naturally watch and wait for changes.

If things truly happened that couldn't be Reverse, he would set out from South Los, be it to a near sea island or to North County, both were great choices.

After determining this inside, the man's speed increased.

Only this Young Lion started to hate himself immensely.

If!

If he had a few subordinates now, wouldn't it be less embarrassing?

Currently, he wasn't just a blind man but also a deaf one.

If Gresah was here instead, surely everything would have been under control?

Thinking about it, the man's breathing became heavier.

Clearly, the recent consumption was much greater than expected.

What's worse, pursuers arrived again.

'Damn it!

What's with these pursuers?

Why are they endless?

What level has my Uncle Baro reached?

Did he control the entire Inner Bay?'

Upon thinking about his Uncle Baro, the man found it unbelievable; in his impression, his Uncle was like a court jester.

If it weren't for his father, the opponent would have long been expelled, how could it...

While thinking, the man suddenly thought of himself.

Instantly, those thoughts halted.

If Baro was a jester?

What was he, being chased by Baro?

Less than a jester?

A self-deprecating smile appeared, confusion, anger yet again surged, transformed into a slight stir—at that moment, the man didn't realize.

He kept mocking his ignorance.

However, the Young Lion's speed accelerated.

Physical strength?

It quickened unconsciously.

This surprised the pursuer hidden in darkness—

"Hmm?

[Spirituality] Leap?

A truly unexpected Talent."

When such words appeared in the ears, the man was knocked to the ground with a punch.

The dagger in his hand fell into the pursuer's hand.

The pain in his abdomen bent the man into resembling a shrimp.

But more importantly, next moment, the man was confined by an invisible Force Field.

Another person came out.

No!

Precisely speaking, it was a person along with three Skeletons emerging.

Upon seeing the Skeletons, the man started struggling fiercely.

Pale Hand!

Only this sinister organization carried Skeletons!

However, such struggles were futile.

But as those struggles continued, the man's [Spirituality] came alive again.

One of the skeletons, shimmering with a vibrant Soul Fire, knelt down presenting the man's dagger to the person like a treasure.

"A clone 'Poison Dragon's Tooth', huh?

Truly the offspring of the Old Beard.

Even any random item makes people drool with desire.

Yet compared to those things, I'm more interested in you—rumored to have average Talent yet capable of triggering the [Spirituality] Leap twice.

Really piques my curiosity.

I want to see your heart."

The 'Pale Hand' member raised a hand to tear open the man's clothes.

And just then—

"Wait!"