The crossbow looked absolutely incredible.
The brilliant flash that had just struck Sybil Cooper's forehead appeared to have originated from this weapon.
"That looks like some kind of magical artifact," I squinted and murmured.
"Whatever it is, with Orr Austen and Desmond Fabiola here, he can't touch me," I said coldly.
"Things are getting pretty exciting."
Right then, another person entered the scene.
I turned my head and spotted a man dressed in a black mink coat.
The guy was massive, sporting a mustache, and radiated raw power.
"Bryce Johansson? The Johansson family's heir showed up in person!" someone shouted!
When I heard that name, my brows knitted together.
Bryce Johansson? Klein Johansson's brother? He's gotten mixed up in this too?
Two Peak Form Military Marquis fighters - this was pretty much the toughest opposition I'd ever gone up against.
I drew in a long breath.
At this point, it wasn't just about one person anymore.
