Chapter 122
“Die, die! I’ll send you to the depths of hell!”
Creeping up on Roel from behind was a bloodied Bron. His suave face was already ruined from being smashed into the table, and there were wooden splinters embedded in his face. His sharp nose bridge, that was once a source of pride, had collapsed downward, and his reddened eyes reflected his berserk state.
Baffling baboons! I have already smashed his head into the table, and he’s still able to climb back up?
Roel had underestimated the resilience of an Origin Level 6 transcendent. He didn’t think that Bron would be able to recover so quickly from his concussion and silently sneak up on him to stab him.
A searing pain assaulted Roel as Bron plunged his dagger, which was around the length of a finger, into Roel’s stomach. In th
