The Hardest Battle

Exeter, Qiyuan City, the Wasteland.

Under the sunlight, Tales and Monty watched the unexpected visitor before them with utmost wariness and uncertainty.

Why him?

Starfaller dismounted expressionlessly.

He slowly walked onto a protruding rock and, as if nothing had happened, naturally tied up his reins.

He exerted endless pressure on those around him.

"I heard what you said, Big Mouth."

"What, too confident in your own abilities?"

Nikolai slowly tied up his reins, then turned toward the heavily guarded Monty, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the short blade in his hand.

"Did you think that after Isaiah left the White Blade Guard..." Starfaller finished tying up his reins and turned around.

His eyes were bloodshot, clearly showing that he had been working hard for many days, but the meaning in his gaze sent chills through everyone: "No one in Dragoncloud City could keep up with you anymore?"

Starfaller lightly rolled his shoulder, shifting the hilt of the Rising Sun Saber into the easiest position from which to draw.

Monty's pupils contracted!

"Ah, I have to admit," the experienced scout said softly, slowly twirling the short blade in his hand. "I've thought that to some extent."

Monty stared fixedly at his old comrade, not moving an inch. His face was practically frozen into ice.

That light that made Tales deeply uneasy flashed through his eyes once more.

"You're an excellent scout, Monty," Nikolai said coldly. "From the forged false images to your choice of routes and concealment methods, you're practically unmatched."

"But only 'practically.'"

Nikolai advanced slowly, gradually narrowing the distance between himself and Monty. His voice was gloomy: "Just like now. Starting from Dragoncloud City, we chased you for so many miles... from Stonemire to Twilight River, then Spear City, and finally all the way here, to the