Although Ang had thoroughly defeated them, defiance still burned in their eyes. The men in particular glared furiously at him, as though ready to strike back at any moment. Ang stood before them with his wand in hand and a mocking smile on his lips. "Hey, looks like you're still not convinced?"
Before he had even finished speaking, he strode over and kicked each of them without warning. Though they were already in a sorry state, they gritted their teeth and refused to make a sound. Only the female archer showed a trace of fear when Ang approached. Enduring the pain, she protected her abdomen with one hand and slowly scooted backward.
Ang smiled at that. "What, scared? Weren't you acting pretty tough just now? I asked you questions, and you refused to answer. You insisted on fighting. Honestly, I never meant you any harm, but you attacked me instead. Tell me, was that the right thing to do?"
He swept his gaze over them before it finally landed on the female mage. She lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes, her lips trembling slightly. With a casual wave of his hand, Earth Magic appeared. A chair of sand and stone slowly rose from the ground, and he sat down leisurely, as though he did not care in the slightest whether these adventurers would try to ambush him again.
That casual gesture left the female mage staring blankly. Noticing her shock, Ang asked teasingly, "What? Can't magic be used like this?"
The female mage's thoughts churned wildly. She simply could not understand what was going on with the man before her. He did not look very old, yet his control over magic was terrifyingly proficient, and his body was absurdly strong as well. He was nothing like the