Gritting his teeth, Woojin transferred mana into his body to alleviate the pain.
After that, he looked at Oliver.
As if he did nothing worth mentioning, Oliver was standing straight just a few meters in front of him.
His cousins, noticing his predicament, raised their swords, ready to charge in at a moment's notice.
"Don't." Kim Woojin lifted his hand and stopped them, "I will deal with him."
Oliver was the brother of that kid. He wanted no one's help to bestow punishment.
"Golden fiend, you asked for it." He turned to Oliver.
His eyes were spitting fire as a murderous aura enshrouded the training area.
"Come at me again if you dare."
He taunted.
"Don't forget to use your abilities. I won't be holding back."
Kim Woojin wore a nefarious smirk as he spoke.
Oliver, on the other hand, paid no attention to him.
Judging by the aura and the mana he felt during the surprise attack, Oliver had gauged Kim Woojin's strength.
He was a half-baked C ranker.
