“What?”

“He died… just like that?”

Xerxes and the others weren’t too surprised, mainly because they didn’t understand the background of these outsiders. The few sect members, however, had their eyes widened, wondering if they were dreaming.

They couldn’t believe that this kid from the Wastelands could… dodge his attacks.

They viewed him as a mere weakling, who hadn’t even achieved Nascent Soul, unworthy of even cleaning their shoes. Yet, he had dodged the attack of Azareal, their eighth sworn brother, and beheaded him so swiftly.

‘This can’t be real.’

‘How could these natives possibly wield such powers?!’

They coincidentally rubbed their eyes simultaneously as they tried to get a better view. The result was still the same, though—Azreal was truly dead.

Alex said slowly, “Are you all surprised enough? Wondering why wasteland natives could kill you outsiders so easily? That’s because you are all outdated and uninformed!”

“What a bunch of arrogant fools, coming to our earth,