Chapter 99: My Job Panel Is Somehow a 2D Art Style? Chapter 41

Before his words had even finished falling, his whole body had already turned into a streak of afterimage and charged toward the brown-skinned man opposite.

Feeling the vicious wind rushing straight at his face, a flash of astonishment could not help but pass through the brown-skinned man's eyes.

This level of physical strength—could those weak mongrels really master it? Even with the blessing of Word Spirits, isn't this a bit exaggerated?!