"Who are you?" Seeing that Han Shuo was all right, Trunks first breathed a sigh of relief, then stared coldly at the strangers.
"Never mind who we are. Leave the Gorgon's Magic Beast Core and blood, along with the Dagmar Fruit, and we can spare your lives," said the High Mage at the front, his expression grim as he held a Magic Staff.
"Rian, it can't be that simple. Heh heh, look at those three pretty girls running over. It's been ages since we've had women. Those three have to stay and let us have some fun too," said another man with a lewd grin. He was an Advanced Swordsman with a hulking, gorilla-like build, carrying a Broad Sword as large as himself over his shoulder.
"Anglu, you have a point. I didn't notice those three girls just now. Ha ha, leave the three beautiful ladies behind, and put down all your belongings too. Strength rules in the Dark Forest. If you want to live, you can get lost now." Rian, the High Mage, likewise looked with great interest at Nia, Afra, and Angelica as the three girls ran toward them from the distance, speaking with a broad smile.
There were more than a dozen people in this group, including not only mages and swordsmen, but also archers, priests, and thieves. All were experienced men, and their strength was indeed extraordinary.
"You think you're worthy?" At that moment, Han Shuo walked over from the distance. No longer holding himself back, he radiated an intensely dangerous aura. His burns had left him hideous and terrifying, and as he approached step by step, the men looked somewhat frightened.
"Han, are you all right?" Seeing how outlandish Han Shuo now looked, Trunks immediately asked.
"This ugly thing is a real eyesore. He's certainly