Nikolai's jaw crushed Big Bear's neck, his teeth sinking into the leather-like flesh, breaking his collarbone with immense force. "Peh!" He spat the wounded bear to the ground and stomped on its face, pressing it against the gravel while glaring at the old lord.
"Do you want to fight too?" He smirked. Able to see the colour of fear and hesitation using his unique blood art, Nikolai pushed the Lord further.
The old man's eyes narrowed at the scene. His strength, like a giant tree swaying in the gentle breeze. A completely different league of power compared to Black Bear. He glared at the fallen bear and grunted as his muscles bulged.
"Young wolf, don't misunderstand your current power for the apex."
With a simple threat, the aura of the old man transformed from a gentle breeze into a violent and heavy storm. Nikolai gazed at the man, pupils dilating. His aura fell like drops of rain crashing upon the garden, so dense they almost held substance like real raindrops.
