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He spat out a tomato seed as if it had offended his ancestors. His guards moved instantly.
They can't watch their young master get beaten in public and do nothing. They must earn their pay.
Step —step— step!
They charged toward Sekhmet like wolves released from a leash, one with a fist already coated in dense chaos energy, the other drawing a short blade that flashed under the sun.
Sekhmet's eyes sharpened.
He activated his Blood Eye without speaking.
His vision shifted. The world gained quiet labels.
Information appeared.
[Name: Iron Guard #1
Race: Human
Chaos Rank: 1
Overall Battle Power: 10,800]
[Name: Iron Guard #2
Race: Beastkin (Wolf blood).
Chaos Rank: 1
Overall Battle Power: 10,200]
Sekhmet's gaze slid to Dickon.
[Name: Dickon Iron.
Race: Human.
Overall Battle Power: 9,000]
Not Chaos Rank one yet.
Sekhmet's lips curled faintly.
"Lower than me," he thought. "And still he acts like a god."
The first guard attacked.
Boom!
