The attack surged toward the arrogant man, just seconds away from smashing into his skull.
Bang!
Suddenly, someone appeared in front of him and blocked Clayton's attack with a bare hand—successfully stopping it cold.
Clayton couldn't hide his shock. Even though it wasn't his strongest spell, it was still far from something anyone could casually deflect with a single fist.
Realizing this, Clayton immediately raised his guard toward the group.
Once everything had settled, the man who intercepted the attack finally spoke.
"Now then, can we talk calmly and peacefully?" he asked with a polite smile.
Clayton scoffed.
"Haha... You say that like I'm the one who started all this mess!"
Hearing that, the smiling man looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.
"Ahem. Apologies. Our friend tends to get a little too excited," he said, still wearing that same practiced smile.
Clayton felt nothing but disdain. The man's politeness seemed forced—fake, even.
