Chapter 634: Spartacus
Shock, awe, and wonder appeared in the eyes of Vlad, Agamemnon, Janus, and all the other Sages as they witnessed the astonishing display of power.
The Legend of the Zanis Family had felt like an unstoppable force, an executioner descending from the sky to deliver his judgment. Yet, in an instant, a swordsman had appeared from nowhere and severed his arm with a strike so precise and devastating that it defied all logic.
And he wasn’t finished.
Immediately after severing the arm, the swordsman delivered a brutal kick to the Zanis Family Legend’s face, sending him hurtling backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth as his body shot through the air like a meteor.
Vlad’s breath caught in his throat.
"Who...?" His sharp gaze locked onto the mysterious warrior, and his eyes widened in recognition.
The man had short black hair, was clad in armor seemingly forged from black dragon scales, and wielded an old, rust-covered sword.
Vlad did not know his name, but he had seen this man before. This was one of the Legends who had stood beside Grand Marshal Maximo when they first arrived at the Golden Sky Fortress.
A storm of thoughts crashed through Vlad’s mind.
"Why is he here? Why now?"
But there was no time to dwell on questions.