Bang!
As a dull blow burst forth like thunder, a figure immediately flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing hard into the ground.
"Ah!"
With a pained scream, Magray lay there with a footprint on his face.
"Oh my, I wondered who it was. So it was you, Young Master."
Shien spoke with a half-smile as he walked toward Magray, Merika's flushed and unconscious body cradled in his arms.
At the sight of this, Magray's fury flared.
"Take your filthy hands off her! You're not allowed to touch her!"
Magray roared in rage, forgetting the pain in his body as he charged at Shien once more.
But—
Bang!
"Ah!"
Another dull impact and another scream rang out. Magray was sent flying again, crashing back into his original spot. A second footprint had appeared on his face, telling everyone exactly what had just happened.
"You scared me to death."
Shien patted his chest as if he had truly been frightened, but his expression remained utterly calm, making his actions seem nothing but mockery. On top of that, he openly drew back his foot. There was no need to ask where the two footprints on Magray's face had come from.
"You... you..."
Magray pointed at Shien, trembling with both fury and shock, as though he could not believe Shien had kicked him flying twice in a row.
"Aren't you only level ten? Didn't you say you hadn't learned a single skill?"
Could someone like that really kick a level thirty-eight person like him flying twice in succession?
The answer should have been no.
Yet Shien's expression did not change. He even grinned cheekily at Magray.
"Sorry, Young Master. I accidentally gained a few levels lately, so my strength improved a little too quickly. Besides, the Magic Items I got