"What? You're wary of him?" Yao Yu habitually adjusted his glasses and asked with interest.
"Wary? Hmph." Wen Ya snorted. "That guy just makes me feel uncomfortable."
"You've dealt with so many formidable hunters. He's the first hunter to make you feel 'uncomfortable,' isn't he?"
Wen Ya shot Yao Yu a glare but did not refute him.
He had indeed dealt with many powerful hunters. Those ranked among the top ten were all capable of exerting an overwhelming pressure that made people unable to even entertain the thought of becoming their enemy.
Yet it was precisely that pressure that drove Wen Ya to become stronger... Among the many Anomaly Hunters of the Xiazhou Federation, his rate of improvement could already be considered terrifying.
In just four years, he had risen from a newly employed registered hunter to become a Second-Rank Hunter. Even among Second-Rank Hunters, he was publicly acknowledged as one of the strongest. Once the next Rank Advancement Trial began, becoming a First-Rank Hunter was all but certain.
There were fewer than a hundred First-Rank Hunters in the Xiazhou Federation. Every one of them could be regarded as a strategic weapon... But even strategic weapons could differ as vastly as Little Boy and Tsar Bomba.
Yet even a top hunter like Iron Arm had never given Wen Ya this feeling.
How should he put it... If he had to describe it in words, Sun Hang was like a thorn in Wen Ya's eye, a splinter in his flesh... If they had encountered each other in a fallen zone or some other uninhabited place, Wen Ya would have attacked without hesitation and used every means at his disposal to put Sun Hang to death.
Wen Ya did not know why he had such thoughts... He clearly did not know this