Chapitre 87: Cleaning Up The House

Feeling the weight of the men's menacing presence and their weapons closing in on him, Dean's confidence wavered. Doubt began to seep into his mind, causing him to question the feasibility of his entire plan.

The sheer power and pressure emanating from these warriors surpassed his expectations. They stood on par with Thomas, the formidable opponent he had faced at the hideout. As they raised their shields and swords, their furious gazes fixed upon him, Dean couldn't help but reconsider his next move.

Before he could gather his thoughts, the commanding man at the center issued the order to attack. The onslaught came swiftly, and Dean's instincts kicked in as he deftly blocked and parried the incoming strikes.

"You call yourselves honorable warriors, yet you resort to cowardly group attacks? Is this the lesson your revered Goddess has imparted upon you?" Dean retorted, his words laced with disdain, hoping to diminish the mounting pressure he felt.