Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3204 You Ask What the Aerial Legion Is Worth?

"You should take a good look at yourself in a mirror. The Aerial Legion has only been established for less than a day," Cyrus sneered. "And yet, you dare to come here and cause trouble? Do you even know what you're worth?"

He slammed the table, and a precious teapot flew up, hurtling toward Aelion under the force of Cyrus' power.

As the pot hurtled closer, Aelion remained utterly still, unperturbed. The senior members of Gloam Wing erupted into mocking laughter.

"This guy must be all show, scared stiff by Commander Hale's move."

"No, no, I think he's just too slow to react."

"Hahaha, and a pansy like him audaciously barged in to challenge us; look at that pretty face of his!"

Just as the pot was within two feet of Aelion, a sudden sound shattered the tension.

Bang!

clattering to the ground. The laughter of

beneath him splintering. With a slight flick of his toe, a tiny stone shot out with such speed that it tore through the hat atop Cyrus' head, piercing the wall behind him and allowing a thin beam of sunlight

it. His eyes were filled with fear-had the stone been aimed a few

you this: those whom the Gloam Wing cannot kill, the Aerial Legion will," Aelion declared as he stood up from the back of the Aerial Legion soldier who had served as his makeshift chair. He flicked his cloak and turned

his delicate hand on a nearby chair and giving it a slight push. All the chairs in the room

the Gloam Wing senior members suddenly shattered, and he only narrowly avoided

whom the

kill, I will kilt. The matters the Gloam Wing dares not

Aelion continued. "In shore

can manage, I will take over. And what the Gloam

for you? Move out of this compound by tomorrow, or

cloak, Aelion strode out, followed by the Aerial Legion soldiers,

door, seething with rage, their teeth grinding together, but they were forced to stand there, helpless. Aelion's overwhelming strength made it clear to everyone they couldn't remain in this compound. Cyrus, fists tightly

And say what? That you're