"Hurry up will you? We need to get these damnable beasts to the city tonight!" A bald burly man said angrily towards the people that were struggling to pull a single pup into the cage within the carriage. The poor little hound, which about the size of a football, was actually capable of dragging these men back.

"These beasts are strong you know? It's not that easy! If you wanna complain about how we are doing it then you do it! As if you're our boss. Psshh!" The other 'poachers' retorted as they continued to struggle to put the beasts away. 

"What's so special about these pesky dogs and cats anyway?" 

The only magi within the group asked the burly man, who seems to be leading this party of animal poachers.

"It was a personal order of a noble family within the city. The payment for this is good enough for us to last years without doing any more work you know? Good thinking in joining us for this mission." The man replied with a smug look on his face.

Aside from the macho bald man and four of his companions, the remaining five people within this group were known to be a good adventuring team from around Sechua City. But being an adventurer is something that never guarantees a stable source of income. As such, tough times call for desperate measures. These odd jobs were technically illegal, and most of these things were definitely not morally aligned to the oath of being an adventurer either.

Lady Caroline, the mage with these adventurers, could not help but feel guilty doing this 'animal poaching' job. Although killing beasts is a common occurrence when you have the occupation of being an adventurer, she had never done anything like this. It was basically kidnapping helpless animals. On top of that, they were doing so with such force that one would always feel a wrenching pain within their hearts.

The other members of the adventurer's party felt the same sentiment as Lady Caroline, but they could not retort. They had chosen this job as it was the safest and the most 'in demand' with the highest payout. It could be considered a win-win situation if one could swallow their pride for the duration.

On the other hand, the bald macho man leading the main poaching team, Myron Stalwart, is a 'veteran' in doing the dirty jobs that were given to those adventurers who could stomach them. Although his team was technically considered a party of adventurers, to the eyes of others, they are nothing more than rogues and hired hooligans.

The Adventurers Guild in this world is somewhat crude and does not systematically do things such as regulating offensive acts and misbehavior done by registered people. In fact, it was more of a profit organization than a place where people could ask for help. From collecting money by adding taxes on mission and quest creation to gathering 'inconvenience fees' for unfinished quests by, this institution was nothing more than a big scam. This was the reason even the 'purest' of people within the guild would often resort to such dirty missions such as poaching and illegal trafficking.

"Let me do it then, you idiot!" 

One of the men with Myron took over the role of pulling the beast into the cage, but in doing so, he was now forcefully kicking the animal into submission as the pup slowly lost its consciousness.

A loud thud was suddenly heard as a man wearing nothing but rugged commoner's clothes could be seen approaching the group of poachers. Wary gazes were thrown at the man, who suddenly shouted,

"You bunch of scum better run right this instant or so help me... you'll be unconscious forever!" 

Feihren shouted full of confidence as awkwardness filled the air all of a sudden. 'Eh, I guess 'unconscious forever' isn't my best punchline by far...' Feihren inwardly muttered as the opposite party had finally finished processing what just happened.

"Are you tryin' to be funny, old man?" A thin guy spinning a curved dagger in between his fingers walked towards Feihren.

"Old man? You look older than me you stupid looking twat!" Feihren replied as he threw a casual side kick towards the chin of this man. The blow cracked and dislocated his jaw, dropping him to the ground, dead in an instant. Feihren then intently stared at the others, who were now looking dumbfounded.

'Just a bunch of [Beginner Class] trash...' Feihren's boiling blood from a while ago was quietly simmering down as he disappointedly looked at the other three approaching enemies. Feihren had thought that the average levels for people in this world would be around 300-400, but he was definitely wrong.

'That explains why those Bainzen spies from back then were considered 'elites' huh...'

Feihren had thought that the average would be higher, as he hadn't met many people who were at the beginner level. The townspeople within the places he had gone to had either a solid level 0, which meant zero combat capability, or a level 1 without the subtitle of being a Beginner class. They were basically NPC's.

Three people rushed towards Feihren with a myriad of different weapons. Feihren merely stood in place as he condescendingly glared at the incoming 'attacks'.

*Clank! Clank! Clank!

A series of unprecedented noises were heard when the weapons landed on Feihren's body. It was not the kind of noise flesh should make against the sharpness of a blade. The sound was more akin to the clashing of two metallic objects. It was obviously the effect of [Pallas Skin] that made Feihren's skin impervious to these mediocre attacks.

Feihren's attackers immediately had their arms turn blue, then black. They became severely bruised as they received heavy recoil from hitting something that was akin to solid rock. In fact, it seemed harder than any rock should be.

"Arghhh!" 

These three people were in such pain that they could only curl up and scream from the torment that they were going through. 

'Pathetic... just a bunch of babies' 

Feihren coldly stared at the weeping poachers as he shifted his gaze to the remaining people who were frozen in place from the shock of the situation.

Myron was looking strong and domineering at the start when he commanded his four 'part members'. But now he had an unsightly expression that mingled both seething anger and extreme fear on his face. He was taking a few steps back as Feihren drew closer to them.

Grabbing a spherical object from within his pocket, Myron hurriedly ran in the opposite direction, leaving behind the pebble-like object that dispersed into a thin mist that reduced the visibility of the area.

'Smoke bomb...' Feihren inwardly sighed as he shook his head, preparing to give chase to this macho man who was totally chickening out right now. Opening his radar and using the [Battlefield Scan], he could clearly see where Myron was heading. But something was odd about the scan, as multiple red dots could be seen right behind him.

*Phew! *Phew! *Phew!

Multiple arrows were shot and landed on Feihren's back. The arrowheads completely failed to pierce his skin, as they lightly bounced off Feihren's skin before dropping to the ground, leaving no traces of a wound.

'Glad I still had the [Pallas Skin] activated, or this would've been a bloody mess'

Dozens of arrows are being shot at Feihren and the rest of the remaining people, although Feihren was taking almost 90% of this so-called 'attack'. Clanking arrowheads bounced of Feihren as he walked towards the people who were still hiding in the bushes and above the trees, shooting all these arrows.

"Okay, you can stop now. Come out, all of you." Feihren calmly said in a strong yet caring tone.

"... You, you should be dead by now! You damnable humans! How dare you take our Spirit Guardians away from their rightful habitats, such insolence can never be forgiven!" 

An alluring woman with perfect proportions came out of hiding as she angrily shouted at Feihren. Her face was completely red with rage as she shouted at him from close range.