An calmly faced the three. He then used his Thermal Vision and looked around the garden.


    Aside from the cold bodies of the overgrown nt life, he saw no one around him.


    "Where are you looking?"


    "Don''t worry, no one will hear you even if you scream."


    "That gardener is gone. What a gullible guy he was. He believed us when we said we''d join the Garden Club if he ran ap around the entire City!"


    An took a deep breath and nodded to himself.


    "Good. There''s no one here to see this."


    The other threeughed to themselves when they heard that. An acted like it was good that there was no one here to save him.


    "Good for you? Good for us! We can take our time with you and teach you a little something about survivor''s guilt!"


    Otis Orioness wanted revenge on those Saviors who survived the Pocket Remedium disaster. An was one of them. He survived with barely any injuries while Obek, Otis'' younger brother, lost all his SoulTime and couldn''t even be visited in the church! It waspletely unfair when they were the ones who opened their private Pocket Remedium for others to enjoy their party.


    These three were hisckeys and their job was to bring down justice to those that got ''lucky''.


    But An didn''t know any of that. He didn''t care.


    He stretched his hands and prepared himself. Truth be told, he was a little bit excited. This was the first time he''d be going all out in front of other people.


    "I can finally practice my skills," he uttered.


    Theckeys sneered at him again. With their strength and their numerical advantage, there would be no time for him to practice. He''d only feel pain.


    "Look at this guy," they mocked him. "Even if you triple your power, you won''t even be able to harm a single hair on our bodies!"


    But no matter how much they tried to tell An about the apparent difference in their strength, he didn''t seem to care.


    He raised his hand and gestured for them toe to him.


    It was so simple yet so arrogant at the same time that theckeys couldn''t help but turn red in the ears. They couldn''t believe that a mere porter dared to taunt them. Where did he get the confidence to think that he''d be able to defeat three of them at the same time? They had a three-stage difference between them!


    Did the fame go to his head?


    They thought that An must have felt confident about himself because of all the good things they''d been telling about him recently. It made him overestimate himself.


    But even then, his overconfidence had no basis of evidence at all. He could defeat a single man in the 4th stage, but that was a single exchange of kicks. It wasn''t a real fight. If it was, then An would surely lose because of the difference in experience.


    Now, he was fighting against three people in the 5th stage Student realm. All at the same time. He''d be delusional to think that he''d wind this battle.


    "Let''s show him the difference, shall we?"


    The threeckeys took out the scimitars from their backs and brandished them to the arrogant Star Porter.


    "RAHH!" they screamed. And in an instant, they elerated toward An at intense speeds, even carving a path for themselves through the soil.


    Their scimitars were positioned to slice An''s body in three different levels. One of them aimed for his arms, one aimed for his torso, and one aimed to cut his ankles. This would be the trophies they''d bring back to Otis and prove that they had done their jobs properly.


    "That''s useless," An uttered under his breath.


    And before they could even make contact, his body suddenly disappeared from their view.


    Their scimitars sliced through nothing but vines and moss on the ground.


    "What?! Where did he go?"


    "Tsk. Find him! I can''t believe he knows a movement technique!"


    "He was so arrogant saying that he''ll be enough to defeat us. Turns out it''s just a ruse to help him escape!"


    They were going to move out, but they suddenly noticed a shadow cast directly over their heads. That shadow was moving, beating, as if it were a bird pping its wings.


    "Look up," a voice said above them.


    The threeckeys had a bad feeling as they heard his voice. They slowly raised their heads.


    And what they saw shut them up.


    Above them was the silhouette of a man with wings behind him spreading to almost twice that of an average human''s height. And even with the brightness of the sun at its zenith, the pure white Angel Wings still glimmered below them.


    They couldn''t believe what they were seeing.


    "What the?!"


    "Wings?! That''s not possible…that''s only a 7-star mutation!"


    The leader of theckeys immediately knew the mission spiked up in difficulty the moment An brought out his wings. Everyone underestimated the Star Porter, if that was even possible. The leader would have been more confident if he had five more 5th stage Students helping him subdue An.


    By speed alone, they knew that they couldn''t keep up with him.


    "How are we going to catch him now?"


    "We can''t let him get away."


    They still thought that An would run away with his Angel Wings. That was only the most logical course of action.


    But even with his wings, An didn''t move a single inch. He hovered above theckeys.


    "Ha! Is he stupid? Why isn''t he running away?"


    "Maybe he can''t control his wings all that well. It''s our chance!"


    The other two rejoiced when they saw An kept still. The only one who kept quiet was their leader; he was deep in thought.


    A thought popped up in his head. What if he didn''t leave because he doesn''t want to?


    And just as he thought that, An spoke up from above them.


    "These wings aren''t for escaping. It''s for chasing."


    The leader''s survival instincts kicked in and he immediately darted away from An.


    He didn''t know which was more terrifying: the fact that An could catch up to him, or the fact that he wasn''t?