Chapter 174
Taking a step back, Hunter Drey allowed the blood from the demon's stomp to splatter on the ground instead of his face. He maintained his composure, letting his long coat flutter calmly in the wind, his expression unreadable.
The alleyway grew dead silent. Everyone still conscious stared at the severed, bleeding stump on the ground. A few feet away lay the hand that had been holding the sickle, twitching faintly before going completely still.
Lana, on the other hand, could be seen slightly twitching but she was still unconscious, her breathing faint yet steady.
'Huh?! Was I right? Is he really an S rank? But how did he move so fast that I didn't even realize it on time? Did he even move?' the demon thought, confusion clouding its mind as it failed to comprehend what was happening.
