Chapter 185: The Captain(Part-3)

"You're a noble, right?" Apollo asked, sitting cross-legged on the chair.

"Of course!" Armen answered, leaning against the wooden wall with difficulty. His chest was covered in blood, the result of a previous wind slash from the kid's hand. Recalling what had happened, his body couldn't help but shiver.

It was so fast. The kid, who was likely a cultivator pretending not to be one, had suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he knew it, the wind became as sharp as a blade, cutting through his armor and slicing his chest.

The pain was immense, but Armen had thought that would be the end of it. He couldn't have been more wrong. The kid beat him black and blue, shattering most of his armor before dragging him to one of the filthy houses. Looking at his current situation, it was clear the kid—who was pretending to be one—wanted something from him.