“Don’t worry, Sir Anders. I got this.” Scott grinned.
“Once we capture this bastard, I’ll torture the Dew Balm formula out of him!.”
Anders hummed noncommittally.” This guy is not ordinary. Regular guards might not cut it. Are your people up for the task?”
“Don’t worry, Sir Anders. I’m prepared to handle this bastard,” Scott assured, clapping his hands. Soon, a man and a woman stepped forward from behind Scott.
The man was in a black tee. He stood strong and towered over six feet, muscles flexing. Unlike a regular human, a subtle rumble came from him with every breath.
The woman had a mask covering half her face, her lips showing a bluish tint, and her eyes purple. She wore a black robe, giving off a creepy and menacing vibe.
“Sir Anders, these two are exceptional individuals I brought. His name is Cooper Stiff-bulletproof and blade- resistant, unfazed by fire or water.
“Plus, he’s one tough cookie, unafraid of pain, and stares at death in the face. You’re not getting away if he’s got you in his sights.
“And this is Elysia Siren. She’s even more tough. A master at voodoo and poisoning.
“No matter the opposition’s strength or numbers, catch a dose of her poison, and it’s a one-way ticket to the death!” He proudly introduced them. The revelation stunned the onlookers.” Cooper Stiff? Elysia Siren? The notorious Undead Hexcasters?”
“What? Undead Hexcasters? Seriously? Didn’t they retire?”
“I heard the Undead Hexcasters were halfway to becoming a grandmaster. They specialized in dark arts and brutal techniques. Even a grandmaster martial artist would back off if these two teamed up!”
“Scott, I never thought you had this much influence, bringing the Undead Hexcasters out of retirement. Impressive!”
The crowd buzzed with amazement and admiration.
The Undead Hexcasters’ dark reputation aside, their strength was undeniable. Rumor had it they’d even taken down a grandmaster martial artist together.
“I heard Sir Anders values talent, so I pulled these two out of retirement. They’re big fans and ready to serve you, “Scott flattered.
“Oh? Really?” Anders raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You both got skills and mystical arts to boot. Under me, I promise you won’t get the short end.”
“Thank you, Veros Warrior!” Cooper and Elysia expressed their gratitude, bowing respectfully. Cooper and Elysia gazed at Anders in respect. As the powerhouse of Dragonmarsh, Anders’ strength was undeniable.
If they teamed up with a leader of such stature that promised them fortune and security, not even the Martial Arts Union would dare to take them lightly.
“Alright, you two, deal with that troublemaker,” Anders casually ordered, “Just leave him with a breath or two.”
“Yes, sir!” The duo responded. They understood this was their golden chance to demonstrate their worth as essential allies to Anders.
In order to secure a spot as trusted confidants, they needed to showcase significant strength. And the current target, Dustin, was their stepping stone to success.
“Rhys!” Scott jeered, lifting his head and defiantly pointing at Dustin. “If you’ve got the guts to take me down, come over here. I’d love to see what you’re made of!”
“I don’t just want to end you. I want to break you into a thousand pieces, grind your bones to dust!” Dustin advanced with a stern expression.
“Anyone who is not involved, step aside. Those who stand in my way will meet their end!”
