Seven bodies lay in a loose semicircle. Two Mana Heart Rank 1 criminals. Four Mana Heart Rank 2. One unlucky Rank 3 who had thought ambushing a resting cultivator was a sound tactical decision. His head rested three meters from his body, which still had Kael's boot print on the chest.
Kael sat on the pile like a throne of corpses, one leg crossed over the other with his chin resting on his fist. His expression was bored.
He checked his bracelet.
[3,050 PTS]
Fifth place. Acceptable but not where he wanted to be. The problem with hunting criminals and beasts was efficiency. It was clean, methodical, and utterly uninteresting. No adaptation required. No pressure. Just application of overwhelming force against targets who couldn't fight back.
Kael's eyes tracked an approach without his head moving.
He looked up.
