Three figures stood before the scene, each radiating immense power - all of them mid-stage Military Marquises!
Hawk Thompson might have lost an arm, but his intimidating presence hadn't weakened one bit.
Seeing Hawk Thompson right in front of me, I felt a violent wave of bloodlust surge through my chest!
"Hawk Thompson..." I whispered his name through clenched teeth.
The blade in my grip started vibrating, its crimson aura thickening around the steel.
"Black-robed fool, you hurt so many of our Capital City Martial Arts Association members, and now you dare show up at this auction seeking death," Hawk Thompson said with ice in his voice.
"Nobody's ever had the guts to challenge our Capital City Martial Arts Association like this," the figure in black and gold robes sneered.
I narrowed my eyes and smirked. "Today, I'm walking away with that item no matter what."
"Big words from a dead man," Hawk Thompson replied, his eyes turning to slits.
