A Level 7 Warrior, even one who had only just broken through to Level 7, would be qualified to command an army of ten thousand on their own if placed in the military.
Under normal circumstances, Level 7 Warriors were already rather rare. In smaller cities, high-level warriors were practically nowhere to be seen. Only in the imperial capital could one spot high-level warriors coming and going through the streets.
Now, aside from Carl and Kurt, everyone at Anya Tavern was a high-level warrior. And Vivian and the others were so young, each more monstrous than the last. No wonder Carl and the others had nearly been driven to question their lives.
Tylon had suffered severe injuries and needed to force the Death Dou Qi out of his wounds as soon as possible. Thus, he led his men back to the manor at full speed, never noticing that Vivian and the others were following them from afar.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Oli, who had been waiting in the hall for good news from Tylon and the others, was delighted at first upon hearing several sounds of something slicing through the air. But when he saw Tylon and his men's bedraggled appearance, his expression immediately darkened.
"Tylon, how did you end up this badly injured?"
Seeing Tylon's deathly pale face and the wound on his chest that was emitting black qi, Oli could not help frowning as he asked.
"Young Master, the tavern's Boss Lady is an expert far stronger than this subordinate! There was also a high-level Elf Warlock present to assist them! If this subordinate hadn't reacted quickly, I fear I would not have made it back."
Hearing Oli's question, Tylon hurriedly replied.
The reason Tylon claimed Vivian was far stronger than him was actually to conceal his failure.