The two cultivators also noticed Noah, they turned to look at him, showing displeased expressions when they saw his clothes.
"Unorthodox scum."
The man exclaimed as he spat on the ground to further show his disgust toward the members of the Hive.
'Of course the first people I met would be unfriendly, it would be strange otherwise.'
Noah cursed his bad luck and continued on his way, he would rather preserve his energies in that dangerous environment.
"Hey you, where are you going?"
The woman spoke but Noah ignored her, his gaze was fixed on the structures in the distance.
"Hmph!"
A loud snort resounded in the area as the woman vanished from her spot and reappeared in front of Noah, what seemed half-transparent wings were on her back as she landed in front of him.
'A movement-type spell, this might be troublesome.'
Noah evaluated as part of his attention went on the man who ran to place himself behind him, Noah found himself surrounded in a few seconds.
"Lister carefully, there is no grudge between each other so just give us the rewards of the ninth trial and we will let you go."
"If you don't…"
The man behind Noah released his pressure as he continued the woman's words.
'Right, the rewards.'
Noah's eyes shone as he remembered that detail, he had been too focused on the exploration and on the creation of the new Blood companion that he had totally forgotten that each of the cultivators he encountered in that place would have the rewards of the ninth trial with them.
'I've been too focused on finding the end of the dimension that I didn't consider the other gains available here… I've become too soft.'
Noah suppressed his laugh as he focused on his enemies, they were two rank 3 cultivators in the gaseous stage, both rank 3 mages.
Yet, their mental spheres were weaker than Noah's, he could make out most of their strength with a simple inspection.
"I might be a bit rusty at this."
Noah spoke before a shockwave resounded when he stomped the ground twice, in an instant, he appeared in front of the woman with his sabers aimed to her head.
The two of them were rank 3 cultivators, they couldn't be taken by surprise that easily.
The woman reacted quickly, a dense layer made of air appeared in front of her, ready to block Noah's assault.
At the same time, the man shot in his direction, fire came out of his hammer as he directed its trajectory toward Noah's head.
Everything seemed to happen slowly in their eyes but not even a second had passed since Noah attacked.
Noah's black sabers clashed with the spell, they weren't able to pierce the wall made of air but the woman didn't show a happy expression, her eyes sharpened when she saw that Noah didn't even use his martial art in that attack!
"Greg-"
She tried to warn the man about the possible trap but it was too late, Greg was already too close to Noah to stop his descending blow.
It was at that moment that Noah's clothes were torn apart and the sharp fangs of a dragon stabbed themselves on Greg's waist, stopping his attack and injuring him.
Chapter end
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