Rashmore's expression changed into a small frown. This was the first time he was being looked down on, and he had to say, he didn't like it. He took in a deep breath, then exhaled. Although he was a genius, he didn't go around screaming and shouting arrogant words at everyone. Since the man before him was looking down on him, all he had to do was teach him a lesson.
A pair of wings spread out from his back, their span wide. He was from a bird-like race, so it was only normal that he had wings. The moment his wings spread, he shot forward like a beam of light, his speed becoming tens of times faster, his figure slicing through space as his Law of Wind and wings boosted his speed to an absurd degree.
But in Anthony's eyes, Rashmore was still too slow.
