At that moment, a trio of furious looking old men flew down from the sky with their murderous aura blasting out everywhere at full power.
The air thickened instantly, vibrating with heat and pressure, as if the heavens themselves were grinding their teeth in rage.
They all wielded the same element to an extremely high level.
Fire.
These old men were around the peak of Class A, and each of them wielded the power to flatten entire cities with their elemental power.
Grouped together as a trio, they were theoretically strong to tangle with a Class S fighter.
"Young master!" Howled the first of the trio, a red haired old man with wrinkles so deep that even a wrinkly fat pig would look away in shame. His voice tore through the air like burning parchment.
"Bastard! You dare cripple the young master. You will die for your sins! Old two! Old three! Kill him!"
The other two old men behind him with similar but shorter red hair dove towards Akira with grim looks on their faces.
