Witnessing the splendid performance of the Nagas firsthand, Lucian couldn't know what others thought, but he indeed curbed his prior disdain.
Respecting an opponent worthy of respect and then defeating them is a creed handed down through generations of Beamon warriors.
The more outstanding the Nagas performed, the less he could afford to let them go.
"Level one alert!"
With the order given, a blood-red totem banner was immediately hoisted high.
Behind the rolling asphalt hills, the Summer Palace guards removed their bear-skin casual wear and, with the help of attendants, began to don their armor. The unique sound of gears clashing resonated, powerful and unending.
