His speed increased even further. Mike became a blur—appearing, striking, vanishing—his movements sharp and relentless, cutting down masked figures one after another like ripe grain before a scythe.
Bodies fell.
Screams ended abruptly.
Then—
CLANG!
"Huh? You blocked it?" Mike jumped back, eyes narrowing as he looked at his next target.
The masked figure had intercepted his strike, blade held firm.
"Hm," the man said calmly. "From your armor, you look like a knight… but it seems you have some rogue-type skills as well."
Mike's gaze shifted briefly past him.
"Run away," he said calmly.
The woman the masked man had been fighting seized the chance. She grabbed her little girl and ran as fast as she could, repeatedly thanking Mike as tears streamed down her face.
Mike didn't stop her.
"Hm," the masked figure sneered, staring at Mike. "You saved her—but who's going to save you?"
He's a proper Rank 4, Mike thought, not bothering to reply.
Instead, he raised his hand.
