At a certain peak of the royal city…
Baldur stood in the air with a hint of cold arrogance on his face. The white robe he was wearing was fluttering in the wind while the Yellow Dragon Sword beside him gave off a powerful sword intent in an overbearing manner.
Today…
It was a big day for him!
It was time to stomp Maxwell to death, who had been in the limelight stealing all the attention.
He wanted to prove to the world that Maxwell was just a bumpkin with a bit of luck. In front of him, Maxwell was just a piece of trash and nothing more. Maxwell was someone doomed for failure and will never be able to get back up in his life.
Early in the morning.
Baldur had arrived already.
According to his designs, news of his battle with Maxwell had been spread throughout the city.
He wanted to step on Maxwell in front of everyone in the city.
He had to humiliate Maxwell to the point of no redemption.
