Demontae's hired men were hardened martial artists—seemingly untouchable to ordinary folk. Each could easily take on multiple untrained opponents.
Even against fellow practitioners, they felt confident. With superior numbers, they'd initially brushed Eldric off like a pesky fly.
Had they shown proper caution from the start, Eldric might never have crippled two of their own in rapid succession.
Their complacency backfired spectacularly—now they bore the b****y consequences.
After witnessing Eldric's display, they stopped underestimating him. This was no minor threat.
His skill clearly matched theirs. Continued disregard would be a death wish.
Eldric struck with brutal precision. His two victims lay broken—the second man battered beyond recognition. The others shuddered at the sight.
