"Please…Cody…you have to win…"
On one of the special seats reserved for those who were eliminated from the tournament, the hands of a lavender-haired young woman were clasped together before her trembling lips.
Less than thirty seconds had passed, and Cody was already in a dangerous situation.
Elune knew some of his Sword Skills, and while they would help, they would not be able to keep up with the horde of maturing slash marks.
Does he have something that can help, or is he merely staying focused because that's the most optimal thing to do?
Unfortunately, she can only continue praying to the gods and goddesses.
"Hahahaa! What now, bastard? Your end is nearing, so you should probably start spouting excuses." Lucas guffawed maliciously.
He believed that he could even eliminate Alopecion and fight Taiya evenly, yet this stupid Cody Han thinks he can talk back to him?
Lucas didn't get the reaction he wanted, though.
