Some of the high-ranking officials who rushed forward quickly didn't notice the situation here and were still thinking this was a good opportunity to earn merit, so they chopped at Vikram's head.
Vikram, on the other hand, had a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
He didn't dodge or evade, letting the opponent's blade strike his neck.
"Clang!"
"How is that possible?" The attacking Survivor looked at the long blade, which had bounced off Vikram's delicate, fair skin, with a look of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, muttering incessantly.
Not only him, but other Survivors who chopped at Vikram's body either had their weapons bounced off or their blades were directly chipped.
In contrast, Vikram, from beginning to end, except for a few tears in his clothes, didn't even have a scratch on his entire body.
"I said, it should be no problem for Abhishek to be the Chief of this Shelter, right?"
