“Get up.”

“Get up!”

The Spear Masters who had their heads bowed to the ground, finally stood up. Raffy, one of the assassins, was in shock when he saw the man standing at the front of the line. The man was the commander of the spearmen of Bosdyn Kingdom, and he was someone with a level higher than Level 460!

‘Wh…what the hell?’ Raffy thought, flustered at the sight.

“Let’s see how far your skills have improved, you damn weaklings!”

‘We…weaklings?’

The leader of all of the spearmen of Bosdyn Kingdom was a weakling? Was the old man bluffing? No, it did not seem to be the case.

Then, the Bosdyn Kingdom’s Spearman Commander, Bren, bowed politely and said, “I will show my shabby skills. Please guide me, Legendary Ghost Spear Ben!”

Grandpa Ben placed his hands behind his back and nodded. Then...

Shwaaaaaaaaak!

…a barrage of spear images shot out from Bren and struck the assassins at a speed that could not be followed by the naked eye.

“Keop!”

“Ugh!”

“Keokeok!”

Three seconds. All it took was three seconds for all five of the assassins to be forced to log out. Then, Ben walked out of the restaurant leisurely, with one hand on his back and the other holding his spear. He saw the enemies approaching their...