Blue Stone had been ferocious from the moment he arrived, but after taking that beating from me, he had realized just how vast the gap in strength was. If I had been holding a good sword, killing him dozens of times would have been easy. So the moment my voice fell, the fellow shouted, "Brother, your swordsmanship possesses legendary power! I, Blue Stone, admit defeat! You were also the one who killed this Heaven-Defying Armored Dragon! It absolutely did not die by self-mutilation!"
Even if he had said nothing, everyone could see the difference. With nothing but a green-iron sword, I had beaten a hero-level Hunter senseless on the back of a Heroic Gale Beast, leaving him utterly unable to fight back. That simply wasn't something a hero-level Hunter could do—it was absolutely the power of a legend. In this Qiongtian World, a Hunter's strength was the foundation of everything. A powerful Hunter deserved everyone's worship, so the respect in their eyes was genuine.
In a world where danger lurked at every turn, Hunters had developed a unique temperament. Most of them lacked the elaborate schemes of the immortals outside. Though they could be petty schemers and sly foxes, they always came straight at you with blades drawn.
When I landed, the group of Hunters supporting me immediately erupted in cheers, while the Hunters who had wanted to divide the spoils earlier fell silent. As for the Hunters behind Blue Stone, they all went over to check on his condition.
Blue Stone was arrogant and wild by nature, but he wasn't completely beyond decency. After removing the mechanisms in his leg armor, he saluted me and said, "Blue Stone was blind to your true worth. An ordinary hero dared collide with a legend—truly, I overestimated myself. I hope Your Excellency