Chapter 295
Chapter 295
A guttural cry came from the stands where the praying mantis was in its box, bladed arms waving through the air as it said something Max couldn’t understand.
Even through the shouting and cheers of the crowd, it was evident that this champion had been its, and based on the smiles of the other three arena bosses, Max had just crippled that side’s pool of fighters.
“Your new champion! Ifrit!”
The announcer's shout once more brought the crowd to a frenzy, chanting his name as he climbed up off the corpse beneath him.
Retrieving his staff, he turned and moved toward the glass gate, not bothering to give them a show.
You did that in a very subtle way. I had rather hoped you might have made her suffer more, yet tell me Max, how does it feel to end a life with your bare hands?
The question wasn’t a dig or any kind of attempt to lure him down some dark path. Max could sense his skill probing, testing him. Wondering if he could answer that truthfully.
I did what I must, and you know it. There was no joy in it.