"Bzzzt..."
The city gates slowly opened.
The officer was still using his walkie-talkie to order the friendly troops behind him to advance.
Then he saw a burly, imposing figure walk out of the city.
He wore a black coat with nothing underneath, leaving his upper body half exposed.
He carried a wine jar in one hand and held a cigar in the other.
His face... looked vicious beyond belief.
That was an Overlord Stronghold specialty.
Every last one of them looked like a villain.
"I... I can't see through his cultivation."
The remaining two or three hundred Awakened stared at the newcomer, dumbfounded.
He was only one man, yet every Korean was drenched in sweat.
That terrifying pressure was more than several times stronger than their Saint Master's.
"Who... who are you?"
"So you fuckers want to attack the city?" The man let out a drunken belch, staggered up to the officer, and grabbed his spear with one hand.
He gave it just a slight twist.
Crack!
The officer's bonded weapon snapped.
"Pfft!"
The Sixth Awakening officer spat out a mouthful of blood.
The man had destroyed his bonded weapon with barely any effort.
That was equivalent to directly destroying his cultivation.
Only now did he finally realize how terrifying the man before him was.
"So you fuckers call yourselves the White Tiger Regiment?"
Third Uncle ran out of the city with a bunch of youths.
Without another word, he slapped the officer.
"CNM, you've stolen Brother Tiger's name. Change it right now."
"You fucking losers think you deserve to call yourselves white tigers?"
The officer's face flushed red as he clutched his chest.
The other Awakened exchanged glances.
Boom!
The next moment.
A fat man weighing nearly three hundred jin dropped from the sky.
"What the fuck are you