CHAPTER 829
Rowen stood before Judy, Brook, Gunther, and Mada, his aura peaking in intense fury.
The reality of the situation was starting to set in—he had just been blasted away like a ragdoll.
Him? A leader of the Iron Fur Clan? A high-level Stage Eight warrior?
It was utterly unacceptable.
Before the others could even coordinate their next move, Rowen moved forward like a bat out of hell.
His speed was so great it looked as though he had simply teleported across the distance.
However, one great thing about the Crimson Lotus members was that they weren't unorganized.
They swiftly got to work as the air pressure changed around their flank.
Brook expeditiously thrust his massive shield forward in an attempt to intercept a hit from the bulky man.
But as if learning from his previous mistake, Rowen paused mid-lunge and instead swung his heavy leg toward the shield user's exposed side with astonishing speed.
