Spike Lee
The person I was to face wasn't half as bad too. He stood tall like a true knight in shiny armor, he even had to wear armor and hold a gleaming sword to prove the point. ‘ Badass ’ But it wasn't any of these that brought a chill to my spine. It was the bloody aura he let off like that of a true killer. I was sure the man in front of me had had his fair share of kills. And he was super strong at that. ‘Damn! Just what I dreaded. Someone strong enough to force me to use my true skills. But I might expose myself if I use any skill that isn't known here. I should just stick with my fleshy body.’ “Your name and Origin.” The official supervising the fight reminded us. Maybe the strange atmosphere like off to everyone, because everyone became silent. “Rudeus. Son of the House Gilthunder. B
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