"Nora Walker, why are you even wasting words with him? Just attack!"
A man bellowed.
Around a dozen people, men and women alike, charged forward, each with murderous intent written across their faces.
David Torres's eyes were fierce as he calmly warned, "Everyone, be careful. This guy is not weak, don't take him lightly."
"Hahaha! David Torres, do you seriously think we can't handle him—even with ten of us? Rest assured, even if this kid had eight arms, he's as good as dead today," a sinister old man chuckled darkly, his voice raspy and unpleasant.
A middle-aged man behind him had already charged forward, drawing a flexible sword from his waist.
Like a snake, it slithered toward William Cole's neck.
"Clang!"
William Cole dodged swiftly, the sword striking the wall beside him instead, immediately creating a crack in the green-bricked wall.
"Swoosh!"
A woman shot out a Flower Dart, aiming straight for William Cole's eyes with a vicious intent.