Godly Sniper

'What? You can't do it?' The old man's voice once again rang in Max's head. He sure was fully aware of Max's situation. And, he even knew that what he was asking for was almost unreal. He sure was not showing any mercy.

"You want his head, right?" Max asked with a frown.

"Yes, and don't try to play games with me. You will won't be taking any help from the people I send and the forces here to help you. So when the time comes, you will not just slice his head from the dead body.." The old man seemed to have seen through Max's thought process.

Max clenched his fist as the frown on his face deepened.

Let's be honest. He could be barely considered at the mid grade of Master Tier. There was a late stage, peak stage and then the huge barrier of the Grandmaster.