“...What?”0

“Did I hear that right?”0

“What an arrogant bastard.”0

“Huh? All of us at once? This guy’s got some nerve.”0

The chiefs standing on the hill scoffed in disbelief at Karyl’s words.0

“You’d better be careful. He’s someone even the Digons of the south acknowledged,” Alshar, the chief of the Cold Wind tribe, warned as he drew his chakram.0

Unlike the others, Alshar had been watching Karyl carefully from the start. It made sense, given that the Cold Wind tribe had deep connections with the Black-Eyed tribe.0

“That’s right. And I’ve already brought the Lurein Principality under my control as well.”0

“...!!”0

Alshar swiftly turned around at the voice behind him, but before he could even raise his chakram, he was struck by a powerful punch to the face, leaving him reeling in confusion.0

Karyl then grabbed him by the face and slammed him into the ground with a force that cracked the earth.0

“Just as you said, it’s best to be careful. Otherwise, this is what happens.”0

“Ghh… Mmmpf...!”0

Alshar struggled to pry Karyl’s hand off his face, but the pressure was immense, making it feel as though he were being crushed by a massive pillar. All he could do was thrash helplessly.0

“You...!!”0

Seeing this, the other chiefs hastily drew...0