Holt Ava, like a dead dog, was thrown to the side.
The crowd witnessing this couldn't help but gasp.
Many had wanted to challenge me, but now they all started having second thoughts.
"Well, well, Holt Ava, ninth on the rankings, looks completely powerless against Mason Raymond," Pearson Bowman said.
"Yeah, I told you before, once this kid reaches the Marquis level, hardly anyone can take him down," Wayne Ran added in a low voice.
"When people from different worlds clash, sparks are gonna fly. This experience won't be boring."
...
I stood alone by the entrance, quietly waiting for the trial to begin.
My eyes stayed locked on the Capital City Martial Arts Association, the killing intent in my stare completely unhidden.
Every time I looked at that plaque, I couldn't stop thinking about Mabel suffering somewhere inside.
"Damn it..." I clenched my fists tight.
"Nice moves, Mr. Raymond."
A voice came from beside me.
I turned and saw Elena Green.
