The man's eyes widened at Lukas' aura. He hadn't expected the young man before him to be S-rank.
However, he was still confident. He figured Lukas had to be a newly minted S-rank and was merely bluffing.
"You seem to think just because you're S-rank, you can handle me." The man tilted his head, grinning at Lukas. "Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson."
"Is that so?" Lukas chuckled. Then he reached into his spatial ring, withdrawing his [Cursed Blade].
The moment the man's eyes landed on the dark steel of his bastard sword, an uncertain look entered his eyes.
He could tell that the sword was already covered in a skill. Which means the kid had a combat class. And judging by his youth and his rank, the class had to be powerful.
But his confidence? That could mean he had friends in high places.
