Rogel stared into his eyes and spoke.
The opposite Elvert heard this, his pupils constricted slightly, and his face stiffened for a moment.
But he quickly adjusted, showing no sign of anything amiss.
"Captain, what do you mean by this... I'm not quite sure..."
Elvert feigned confusion, forcing a smile.
Swoosh!
Rogel didn't waste words with him, slicing with his Brocade Wood wrapped in Spirit Flame.
An arm fell with a thud.
However, surprisingly, the arm turned into a wisp as soon as it hit the ground.
And from Elvert's wound, instead of blood, there was a mass of gray.
Seeing this, Elvert's smiling cheeks gradually dropped, becoming expressionless: "Haha, worthy of an Apostle Level Extraordinary, you saw through my disguise with such ease, truly remarkable."
"How did you find out?"
"What kind of person did you think I was, in the end you couldn't even hide, and the bait you threw out was such low quality."
Rogel sneered.
