Chapter 154.2
The woman with peach-blonde hair was a rank 4, and her total Combat Power was probably higher than Batir’s, who was also a rank 4.
But the difference was merely a difference in the amount of magic power. The more magic power, the more sustainable combat power, and the more battle techniques could be unleashed. But even so, Batir’s physical strength, stamina, and endurance values should be higher. In a head-to-head fight, Batir would have the advantage.
Batir could not fight against two hundred men. However, in a one-on-one fight, Batir would have a different advantage.
The power she used to defeat the Tooth brothers was unknown, but even so, this dangerous woman could not be allowed to return safely.
Batir’s reputation would fall to the ground if she was sent back after more than a hundred were killed. Batir could not let the woman live…
Growing up in the dumps of this slum-like town, gathering like-minded beastly vagabonds, Batir had lived his entire childhood by robbing others.
Many of his friends died, many more joined him, and he even became one of the youngest members of the Munza Group’s executives by his power alone.
His “pack” was killed. Only by one woman.
No one was allowed to take it away from him. The position, the group, everything were his.
Batir’s heart burned with unquenchable anger at the enemy’s attempt to take it away from him, as if he had set fire to the black oil that welled up in the desert.