City of Light Chasing, a White Feather Gang shop in the suburbs.
In the already cramped top-floor training room, more than twenty martial artists had gathered. Their blood and vitality spilled into the surroundings, faintly on the verge of becoming tangible. The dense blood and vitality filling the room made Mans, who had only recently advanced to Beginner Martial Artist, feel immense pressure.
"Gang Leader, these people are..." Mans looked at the martial artists in the room, all dressed in black cloaks and wearing masks that completely concealed their faces. His heart was filled with astonishment.
Though the martial artists before him had hidden their appearances, judging by their blood and vitality, the weakest among them were probably Intermediate Martial Artists. The stronger ones might have even surpassed that level.
With more than twenty martial artists like this gathered together, wiping out the White Feather Gang, which currently had only eight martial artists, would likely be no problem at all.
"Mans, you're here. Perfect, let me introduce them to you." Isaac looked at Mans as he entered and said with a smile, "They're all drifters who have lived in City of Light Chasing for many years. This time, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall has been crazily purging the drifters in the city, making it impossible for them to properly conduct business, so they plan to cooperate with us."
"All of them want to cooperate with us?" Mans swept his gaze across the twenty-odd drifters present, his astonishment turning into shock.
No one knew exactly how many drifters there were in City of Light Chasing, but everyone knew their numbers definitely exceeded a hundred thousand. Among them, there were likely several martial artists.
But now, it seemed that people's previous estimates of the drifters' strength had been utterly wrong.
More than twenty