As Long as You Don't Kill Them, Beat Them Like You Mean to Kill Them

The Elf blocking Ian's group wore a rather loose, flowing robe, with LED lights decorated by glowing crystals at the collar and cuffs. A metal circlet ringed his forehead, carved with all manner of exquisite openwork patterns.

This was a fairly fashionable style in Canaanmore these days. Those metal circlets were actually psionic accessories that enhanced cognitive ability, making them highly popular among scholars and corporate executives.

They appeared to belong to the same corporation and had just returned together from some meeting or gathering. The Vinebranch Division member at their head, Jegona, looked around twenty-five or twenty-six. Though his words had been exceedingly flippant when mocking Anfa, his strength was not weak. He was in the middle to upper ranks of the Second Energy Level, at the very least an elite ascended who had stabilized his soul and could draw upon the natural Origin Matter around him.

From what he said, Anfa being Dragonblood did not seem to be a secret among the Ten King Bloods. And judging from their actions, Anfa's true body could probably crush them completely in terms of strength, but could not move about often and even risked a bloodline collapse. That was why she needed to travel using prosthetic bodies... And this body of Anfa's was only at the peak of the First Energy Level, not one of her usual combat prosthetics, so they were not afraid in the slightest. They had all the leisure in the world to mock her and throw down threats.

Under normal circumstances, Ian definitely would not have spoken up for her, because he could sense that Anfa rather enjoyed this verbal sparring--perhaps it was her way of relieving stress.

Perhaps before long, after the verbal duel ended, Anfa and Jegona would come to blows. But neither intended to