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Chapter 176: Swift Travel Corp (2)

"So, it’s Tier 3..." he mused, realizing why the Blue Avior stood out among the other winged primals.

It was immense, standing between 9 to 10 meters tall, with a body length of 12 to 13 meters and an incredible wingspan of 25 to 30 meters.

At that moment, a towering figure suddenly appeared atop the head of the Blue Avior—a 7-foot-tall humanoid clad in a pilot-like outfit.

With a single glance, Vincent could tell that the humanoid figure before him was an Agisaur.

Cooper Xlo — Tier 3 (1?)

Cooper’s deep, commanding voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Passengers of B.A flight, I’ll be your escort today—Cooper. We depart in five minutes. Board now, or you’ll be left behind."

Vincent couldn’t help but be intrigued by the background and identity of the owner of Swift Travel Corp.

A Tier 3 powerhouse—reduced to a mere transportation escort?

In the Novice Continent, where Tier 3 was the pinnacle of power, such warriors held significant influence. And yet, here, a Tier 3 Origin Warrior—an Agisaur, no less—was nothing more than an escort for a travel company.

There had to be someone immensely powerful pulling the strings behind Swift Travel Corp.

Vincent was certain of it.

Even Clauny, standing beside him, seemed uneasy. She glanced at the massive beast ahead and hesitantly pointed at it.

"A-Are we riding that...?" she asked in a wary voice.

Vincent turned to her, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "Why? You don’t want to?"

"N-No..."

Vincent chuckled inwardly.

He could tell that she was nervous—and rightfully so. If he were just an ordinary Origin Warrior, or worse, an unawakened civilian, the sheer size of the Blue Avion alone would have been enough to terrify him.

Fortunately, despite its colossal frame, the Blue Avion had a surprisingly majestic and serene appearance. Unlike most Primals, it lacked the usual savage and feral features.

After a brief hesitation, they made their way up the makeshift stairway and took their seats.

The Blue Avion had space for twenty passengers—ten seats lined up on either side.

Vincent and Clauny settled into their seats at the front.

Five minutes later...

Cooper stepped forward, facing the passengers.

"Alright, it looks like everyone is here. Sit tight and enjoy the trip—we’ll be arriving at No. 3 Novice Center in three hours."

As he spoke, he gently tapped his foot.

A translucent blue barrier shimmered into existence around them.

At that moment, the Blue Avion let out a resounding screech.

FLAP!

With a single powerful flap, the Blue Avion shot into the sky like a blue comet.

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, not a single gust of wind was felt.

After reaching a stable altitude, the Blue Avion glided smoothly through the skies.

A passenger couldn’t help but exclaim, "The Blue Avion really is the best flying transport! No other Avions even come close!"

"That’s for sure!" another chimed in. "It’s a Tier 3 Primal—just its presence alone intimidates other winged Primals, ensuring a safe journey every time!"

"Although that’s true, the real reason I always choose this ride is because of him," someone muttered, subtly nodding toward Cooper.

"Yeah, having a Tier 3 Agisaur escort makes the trip ten times safer."

Despite his lack of reaction, Cooper had undoubtedly heard their remarks.

Though he remained expressionless, a subtle sense of pride flickered in his eyes.

Vincent and Clauny overheard the conversation as well.

Vincent remained unfazed—he had already deduced this much.

But Clauny...

She was visibly stunned.

A sharp-eyed passenger sitting across from them smirked.

"Heh, first time riding?"

Clauny turned toward the voice.

A woman from the Vyrmin Race sat elegantly in her seat. Her expensive, gem-encrusted attire shimmered under the light, exuding wealth and status.

Beside her sat a muscular Vyrmin male—his expression cold and unreadable as he gazed out the window.

Clauny gave a small nod.

The woman chuckled, amusement flickering in her serpentine eyes.

"Adorable. I’m Vina. This is my third time riding the Blue Avion."

Clauny introduced herself in return, "I’m Clauny. This is my first time. Uhm... Is it really true that the escort is a Tier 3 Origin Warrior?"

Vina let out another light giggle.

"Oh, excuse me. You’re just too cute."

She leaned forward slightly.

"But yes, it’s true. Sir Cooper Xlo is a Tier 3 Origin Warrior—and not just any Tier 3. Even though he’s only at the early stage, he can already defeat mid-stage Tier 3 Primals!"

Clauny’s eyes widened.

"W-Wait, he’s that strong?"

Vincent, having heard everything, simply raised an eyebrow.

It made sense—Agisaurs were naturally superior in terms of physical prowess.

Vina giggled again at Clauny’s reaction.

"I’m not making this up, dear. The first time I rode the Blue Avion, I witnessed Sir Cooper single-handedly force a mid-stage Tier 3 Storm Falcon to retreat!"

Clauny could hardly believe it.

Just as their conversation continued, Vincent suddenly felt something.

A presence—far in the distance.

He subtly scanned the area, but no one else had noticed it.

For now.

Moments later, Cooper’s eyes narrowed.

Then—he abruptly stood up.

Passengers exchanged confused glances.

"Why did Sir Cooper suddenly stand up?" someone muttered.

Before another person could speak, Cooper’s voice rang out.

"Nothing to worry about. Just a flock of lost Sparrows. They won’t interfere with our journey. Remain at ease."

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His words quickly reassured the passengers.

That is—until he suddenly tensed.

This time, his expression turned grim.

He sensed something else.

Something stronger.

It wasn’t one.

It was two.

Two powerful Primals.

The instant he felt them, Cooper did not hesitate.

With a swift hand gesture, he activated a special technique—ordering the Blue Avion to change course.

The shift was immediately noticed by the passengers.

"Wait, why did we suddenly change direction?"

"I don’t know... but Sir Cooper looks tense."

Instinctively, they followed his line of sight.

Moments later—

Two black figures appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching their position.

One of the passengers, possessing keen eyesight, recognized them first.

His face turned pale.

"No... no way..." he muttered in horror.

Then—his trembling voice broke the silence.

"It’s a pair of Crimson-Winged Condors!"

Gasps of shock filled the air.

"No way! Those are Tier 3 Primals!"