Under the astonished gazes of everyone at the Mercenary Guild, Lis firmly grasped a man dressed in a black robe with his right hand.
The man was short in stature, barely 1.5 meters tall, but the terrifying speed he had just displayed was not clearly seen by many of the mercenaries present.
Lis's hand struggled mightily, but his right hand was as unshakable as if forged from steel.
In desperation, the man produced from nowhere a dagger gleaming with cold light and thrust it straight toward Lis's chest, drawing an arc through the air.
Seeing that the man not only did not immediately surrender and beg for mercy but also launched an attack on Lis, Lis, too, was amused.
In an instant, terrible Magic Power radiated out from Lis's body, whipping up whirlwinds that knocked over nearby tables and chairs, and even some of the weaker mercenaries could not withstand the sudden gusts and fell to the ground.
