Falcon City's lord saw the necromancer's cringy, evil aura but felt zero tension. He had absolute confidence in his strength. Here, no one could defeat him; truly skilled fighters were all enjoying big-city comforts.

He had no clue this necromancer was here to kill him. But it wasn't his fault—he'd lived too smoothly. Beyond monstrous beast incidents, he didn't know who he'd wronged.

Raising his longsword, he pointed at the necromancer: "Who are you? Why such arrogant words?"

Lano Pag's men drew swords too, though how many would truly fight for him was unknown.

The necromancer cackled: "Arrogant? You're just a Level 57 swordsman. Killing you is as easy as pie."

Lano Pag's expression turned grim. Things weren't simple. This man was trouble. Knowing his strength so well meant confidence, not arrogance—he likely had absolute power to win.

But without a fight, how to know life or death? He never believed in superstition—young or old.

Lano Pag sneered coldly: "Hmph. So you know my strength? Let's settle this with blades."

His longsword began shifting wildly, dazzling onlookers. This was his signature skill: the Blade Dance of a Hundred Flowers. It created beautiful, deceptive sword blossoms.

The necromancer didn't dodge. From his necrotic space, he summoned three corpse tiger Monstrous Beasts. They radiated chilling death aura, terrifying yet strong—Level 55.

Qin Jun hid in the bushes, watching the show. When the tiger beasts appeared, he knew the city lord had no hope. But he wouldn't let him die.

Still, the lord didn't need help yet. Qin Jun would act at the critical moment. For now, he enjoyed the show—he'd come out for fun today.

Who knew a simple market stroll would turn so thrilling?

The battle intensified. Three tiger beasts tangled with the lord, who barely dodged each attack. It looked dangerously close.

His subordinates grew anxious, ready to help. But Lano Pag shouted: "Stay back! You can't handle this foe. Step forward, and you'll die in seconds."

True—he struggled with the beasts himself. His men were only Level 30 swordsmen or knights. Charging in meant instant death.

The fight continued. The necromancer watched, satisfied. "Die like this, my lord."

Living tiger beasts were tough with agile bodies and hard hides. But dead, they lost that defense. Now, they were just attack-focused tigers with no armor.

Lano Pag spotted this weakness. He'd been dodging, only testing attacks that never landed.

Now, he'd attack. As they say, the best defense is a good offense.

Lano Pag used his swordsman skill: Flash Slash. After dodging one beast, he seized the gap, slicing off another's limbs. It collapsed instantly.

He repeated it on the second beast. Only one remained.

The necromancer recalled the last beast, furious. He'd thought this would be easy, but lost two tiger beasts. Rage boiled within him.

Crafting tiger beasts took far longer than human corpses.

So he'd skip similar undead. Time for his trump card—end this fast. He wanted Qin Jun, hiding in the bushes, to witness necromancy's glory. Then, he'd force him to join. Such talent couldn't be wasted.

After defeating the beasts, Lano Pag's side cheered wildly.

Lano Pag felt a hint of pride. He wasn't past his prime; his youthful edge remained.

Next was this enemy. But he sensed trouble—he knew the man was a necromancer, likely from the Dark Sanctum. Now he understood why he was targeted.

Seeing the necromancer idle, a subordinate mocked: "No more tricks? If you still want to kill our lord, give up. He's incredibly strong."

The necromancer gave a cold glance. The man felt an icy chill deep in his heart.

It was a hunter's gaze—those targeted usually died horribly.

The necromancer cackled: "Filthy insects. I offered you whole corpses. You refused. Now, you'll die without graves."

A giant black vortex appeared before him. Qin Jun perked up. This necromancer knew ancient magic? He claimed it was lost. Masters always hold back—starving the teacher, huh?

He chanted loudly: "O revered God of the Dead, I offer these two tiger beast corpses. Emerge, Abyssal Troll!"

The vortex surged, sucking in the limbless beasts. A massive foot stepped through, then another, followed by torso, arms, head.

A giant over ten meters tall appeared before everyone.

The Abyssal Troll had hard back spikes, wielded a colossal club, bared fangs, and crouched, ready to strike.

Lano Pag gasped. He knew his life was over. This creature was beyond his match.

Qin Jun sensed it—this being was high-level, even above the necromancer. Level 75! That was serious.

Time to act. He stretched, waiting for a flashy spell to save the day. Which one would look coolest?

Lano Pag's palms sweated, but he gripped his sword tightly. He'd fight to the death, using his ultimate move.

His sword floated up, growing larger. It brimmed with sword intent, piercing the heavens. He whispered: "Fall!"

The Colossal Sword plummeted toward the Abyssal Troll. But the troll stood firm, catching it with bare hands.

A thunderous crash echoed. The troll's legs sank into the earth, but the sword caused no harm—it was caught solidly.

Such was the level gap. Lano Pag was 20 levels below. The troll could crush him effortlessly.

The necromancer commanded: "Kill him."

But the troll attacked the necromancer instead. A dark energy ball slammed near his feet. "Only the strong command me. You?" it said coldly.

It shook its head: "You lack the right."

The necromancer gasped: "Why? I summoned you!"

The troll ignored him: "Insect. Disrespect me again, and I'll erase you."

The necromancer fell silent—he couldn't beat his own summon. Pity—Qin Jun seemed unimpressed. After this, he'd force him. If refused, he'd kill him.

As he thought this, the troll spoke again: "But besides you insects, another strong presence interests me."

The necromancer was shocked: "Another strong one? Who? I sensed nothing."

Qin Jun was surprised too. Could the troll sense him? Impossible—a Level 75 insect couldn't perceive him.

Qin Jun scanned the area. Ah—another strong being nearby. Level 80, radiating holy light. Unknown class.

After the troll's words, Qin Jun thought. He stepped out. The enemy called him directly; hiding would be ungentlemanly.

He prided himself on being a gentleman—though only for girls. For men, no need for excessive politeness.