"I shouldn't have asked."
Xia Nan walked down the street, his face as calm and unruffled as ever.
His bloodstained, torn shirt, his fine arm shield and leg armor at a glance, the sword hilt suspended behind his back, and the tempered air he himself gave off—
Anyone with even the slightest eye could tell this was a powerful, veteran Adventurer who had just returned from a mission.
The cold, severe aura coiled around him made the passersby coming toward him on the road unconsciously quicken their steps even though he made no extra movement or expression, parting to either side like flowing water to avoid him.
His eyes were deep and pitch-black, his stray hair like swaying shadows shrouding his forehead.
No one knew what this cold, dangerous black-haired youth was thinking at that moment.
Xia Nan only felt as if his heart were bleeding.
His physical qualities far beyond an ordinary Professional and his outstanding Perception allowed him to recall the scene of himself swinging that slash with incomparable clarity, as though it were playing back before his eyes.
The sharp blade flashing with cold light, wrapped in explosive ocher-red Force Field Energy, had cut along the wound on the Armor-Clad Monster's chest.
Where the lightsword reached, the tightly packed bundles of fibrous muscle and membranes offered not the slightest resistance and were easily sliced apart.
The Force Field Energy drove deep inside, crushing the Monster's organs.
Xia Nan could even recall the slight drag the Longsword had felt the instant it entered the Armor-Clad Monster's body, as well as the texture when the Feather Gill inside burst—more crisp and tender than muscle. That had been the sound of Gold Coins that should have been in his hand turning to nothing in an instant.
After transmigrating, this was