A Fight to the Death

"The Executioner who loves vigilante justice?"

"So that's what people think of me..."

"Not bad. I like it!"

Wilk gave a soft chuckle, as though he genuinely liked the description. But as he approached, Qin Ran braced himself for a deadly fight.

Qin Ran could not tell whether the laugh was genuine.

But the pressure radiating from Wilk grew steadily more intense.

[Intimidation] warnings kept flashing across his vision.

Thud!

Beside him, Simons collapsed under the pressure. His face went pale, and sweat streamed from him.

"Tsk, tsk!"

"Simons, you think you're so clever!"

"Have you forgotten how your teacher died?"

"Did you really think a little secret passage could fool me?"

"The Night Demon Society was once the oldest assassin organization!"

"What do you think happens to people who get too clever?"

Wilk straightened the cuffs of his red shirt, then rolled his sleeves past his elbows. Every movement was unhurried.

Just like his words.

But those words cut deep into Simons.

His pale face flushed crimson.

With rage.

"Wilk... Pfft!"

Simons struggled to stand, but an even greater pressure bore down on him. He spat blood helplessly and slumped to the ground, barely conscious.

Qin Ran could not withstand the pressure either. He staggered back again and again.

The [Intimidation] warnings came faster.

Qin Ran knew that if this continued, Wilk would not need to do anything else. His sheer presence would strip Qin Ran of his ability to fight.

Once [Intimidation] took hold, he would be helpless prey.

[Using Gold Attribute Point...]

[Spirit E→E+]

Without hesitation, Qin Ran played one of his trump cards: a Gold Attribute Point.

One of the two Gold Attribute Points he had saved vanished at once.

The effect was immediate.

The pressure that had battered him like a storm softened into a