A Concealed Weapon

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While the strange aura zoomed towards Apollo, his posture tensed. At any given moment, he was ready for confrontation. Whenever an unfamiliar person approached him, the first reaction was to make sure he was in a prime state to counterattack. With the way others moved in this society, not everyone could be trusted. Not to mention, Apollo was sure there were a few people who wished to see his demise.

Nevertheless, as he continued to look towards the distance, he could finally make out a dashing figure. Be that as it may, it was still extremely difficult to discern whether or not this person was a foe or not. Although their aura didn't seem hostile, Apollo was sure his senses were correct. Whatever was approaching him gave off a dangerous vibe.

Meanwhile, Fuhrer appeared behind him with a small chortle, "Interesting, what a momentous presence, however, they are still weak."

When Apollo heard this, his eyebrow raised, "What do you mean weak?"