Ever since learning that this man was Trunks, the other five adventurers who had arrived afterward had not dared make any rash moves. They had merely watched Han Shuo cautiously. They had never expected their fears to come true: Han Shuo had actually attacked.
After dodging the crossbow bolt, Trunks's expression abruptly turned cold. His piercing eyes instantly fixed on Han Shuo, and he nodded. "You've got guts!"
Rather than continue extracting the venomous fangs from the Two-Headed Dragon's other mouth, Trunks held his Broad Sword in his right hand and walked unhurriedly toward Han Shuo, his expression clearly hostile.
"A misunderstanding! This must be a misunderstanding! I'm sure my friend only fired that crossbow bolt because he was nervous!" Odyssey suddenly cried out, explaining to Trunks with a bitter smile.
Just then, another bolt was suddenly loaded into the crossbow that had paused for a moment. While Odyssey hurried to explain, Han Shuo aimed at the slowly approaching Trunks and fired again.
As if he had been slapped hard across the face on the spot, Odyssey looked stunned. The explanation on his lips seemed weak and hollow, and he forcibly cut himself short.
Trunks shifted his stride and miraculously dodged the bolt once again. He continued walking slowly toward Han Shuo, his eyes fixed firmly on him without relaxing in the slightest.
Han Shuo took a deep breath. With the distance closing, the crossbow was no longer useful. He put it away and drew the Demon-Slaying Edge, ready to meet Trunks's attack at any moment.
"You'll all pay for this!" Trunks suddenly stopped walking and spoke in an icy voice.
"Uh, I... we?" Afra, the water High Mage, murmured, her expression chilling.
"It looks like we're in trouble. In that case, there's no need to hold back." Odyssey, who