Blazing Will

Van saw Grey Wolf stagger forwards, red dripping from his lips. The tall and broad man grabbed onto the sharp stick sticking out of his chest with an appearance of disbelief on his ruddy countenance.

"Brother!" The three in the peanut gallery shouted.

The stabbed man turned his head with the last of his strength, "W-who?!"

Grey Wolf was shaken.

[I am at the peak of the 6th rank, a half-step 7th ranker. It shouldn't be possible to sneak up on me like this!]

The red-haired youth he saw was not who he expected. The youth's eyes were full of simmering anger. With a frosty tone he said:

"No one is allowed to touch my people!"

At that moment, Van grabbed the sharp stick he had stabbed into the older man's chest and pulled it out swiftly.

Shk!

The bloodied stick exited Grey Wolf's body accompanied by a spurt of bright flood.