The smoke had not yet cleared. Justin coughed violently in the corner of the ruined room, his hands shaking as he pressed his back against the scorched wall.
His breath was ragged, his lungs stung from the heat, but his eyes never left the two figures standing in the haze.
"What the fuck is this guy? Is he really a D rank or is he a psycho who just manipulated his true power? He's been keeping up good enough with the S rank guy. How is that possible?"
Zakar stood tall, Tyrann Sword balanced across his shoulder, its steel glimmering faintly through the dancing embers that floated in the air.
Opposite him was the man in yellow cloth and the farmer's cap, his eyes glowing red like burning coals, his body radiating waves of heat strong enough to make the floor tiles crack.
"You really are bold," the man said, his voice low, venomous. "To raise your blade against me as if you're my equal. Do you even understand who you're standing before?!"
