The man's face went from defiance to confusion in an instant. His friends, who had been trembling slightly under Horo's glare, now looked even more panicked as they caught the weight of what was just said. Horo's smirk was the only thing they saw as their minds scrambled to process the information.
"The Rank 1 Rogue?"
one of them stammered, glancing at his friends, who were equally dumbfounded.
Horo slowly lowered the knife, his grin never faltering.
"You heard me. Now, tell your 'BanditKing' to come at me. I would just love to prove why I am Number 1~"
The man's arrogance was gone in a flash. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. The earlier bravado had evaporated into fear, and for good reason—being Rank 1 on the leaderboards meant something in a game like this. If BanditKing was really third, that meant there was definitely a gap in their skill levels.
If BanditKing could defeat them within a few minutes, 'Ouroboros' would be able to sweep through them in seconds.
