"Oh, let me see, isn't this the knight with the alluring rear? You hiding little fellow, do you know that your rear is your symbol and face? Hahaha, today let me love your enchanting bum properly." Brother Luo gripped the heavy sword and walked over from the opposite side of the arena.
Su Li raised the Warhammer, resting it on his shoulder, and sneered, "I'll shove your filthy mouth right into your rear in a bit!"
Champion-level Knight Edwin, acting as the judge, couldn't help but glance a few extra times at Su Li carrying the Warhammer. He always felt a strange sense of familiarity with this masked knight whose aura was so peculiar.
Though he racked his brain trying to think of every knight he knew, none had a figure resembling Su Li's. Nevertheless, he inexplicably felt that he had had a lot of contact with him; it was just some ability that altered his aura.
