Looking at the smug Dragon Scale Cultivator, the dwarves were overcome with rage, waving their warhammers and axes, cursing furiously: "Damn it, that bastard is too arrogant!"
"His mouth is even filthier than an Orc's!"
"Evil Dragon Kin, meet your death!"
A dwarf warrior, his face filled with indignation, raised his warhammer high and jumped into the air, roaring in fury—a jump slash, the eternal romance of warriors.
However, the Dragon Scale Cultivator had long since noticed the dwarf's sneak attack, his muscles tensed, ready to respond to any threat.
Imperial gene modification granted him hummingbird-like neural reflexes, enabling him to sense danger within mere 0.2 milliseconds.
"Haaa——"
With a blood-curdling roar, the dwarf warrior smashed his hammer downward toward the back of the Dragon Scale Cultivator's head.
