"Hmm? Johnnie!" Wecheat exclaimed in terror, taking a hasty step backward. His voice trembled with disbelief. "Aren't you supposed to be long gone from the Novice Village? What in the world are you doing back here?"
He was well aware that once someone left the Novice Village, returning was an impossibility.
"Run for your lives!" Wecheat snapped out of his shock, whirling around and preparing to dash away.
"Hmph."Johnnie let out a disdainful snort. Without a word, he summoned the Dragon Patterned Sword. The sword sliced through the air, catching up with Wecheat and his companions in an instant. A flash of cold light later, the group crumpled to the ground, defeated in a single strike.
Against the novice players in the Novice Village, Johnnie's power was overwhelming, like a god among mortals.
It was a pity that deaths in the Novice Village meant nothing. The players would respawn at the revival point in no time.
