When Kassava arrived at the battlefield two streets away with seven or eight Gladiators, the Temple Thief in a hooded cloak had already been driven into a flustered, miserable state by three Bloodhoof Warriors.
However, that did not necessarily mean the Temple Thief was weak.
The main reason was that this fellow was simply too greedy. He had stolen so much loot that even the storage space inside his Totem Armor could not hold it all. He could only tie it to his body, making his hooded cloak bulge with sharp angles.
Occasionally, when a Bloodhoof Warrior's blade tore open the hooded cloak and flipped up a corner, dazzling multicolored light could be seen shining within.
It made one's imagination run wild over just how many treasures this fellow had stolen from the various temples.
That was probably the greatest motivation behind the three Bloodhoof Warriors' relentless determination to bring the Temple Thief to justice.
Kassava's eyes lit up.
He quickly examined the battle insignias on the robes and armor of the three Bloodhoof Warriors.
He found that they all came from marginal Lineages in local towns, with no real strength to speak of.
He immediately sneered and shouted, "All of you, step aside! This bastard stole a priceless treasure of the Bloodhoof Family. Leave him to us!"
The three Bloodhoof Warriors' muscles stiffened. Seeing the seven or eight ill-intentioned Gladiators behind Kassava, as well as Kassava himself, whose killing intent swirled around him and whose gaze seemed like a battle axe hacking at them, they could not help but groan inwardly.
Though the cooked duck had flown away, circumstances were stronger than men. In the end, they did not dare argue right and wrong with a Supreme Expert of the Bloodhoof Family.
Besides, they had only drawn their blades