บท 187:  The Real Ghost

"Ha! Charles, behold my triumph!" exclaimed Omar with a gleeful expression, tearing through the vines to present his conquest to Charles.

Unlike Charles, who possessed no combat occupation, Omar was a formidable level 30 fighter, bearing an immense pride in his muscular physique. 

Just moments ago, he hurled a stone the size of a melon with full force, striking the leg of the foxkin girl squarely.

This blow would undoubtedly leave her leg fractured, if not severely bruised!

The fallen foxkin girl strove to rise, yet her injured leg was clearly unresponsive. This left her with no choice but to prop up her body with her elbows and crawl across the ground.

"Heh, thinking of escaping, are you? Shall I break your other leg for good measure?" 

Omar's desire to torment the girl grew as he observed her helpless state. He had a peculiar penchant for hearing the agonizing screams of young girls.