CHAPTER 839
"Failed."
"Did it?"
The next sequence that followed was a brutal, bone-shattering smash of an axe to Pluck's face.
A spray of red mist erupted from the mouth of the Behemoth Clan's strongest vice leader as he staggered away, his vision swimming in deep pain.
Smirking from his position was Dame, who firmly gripped the heavy axe Lance had previously hurled toward him.
Initially, Pluck had assumed the axe was thrown as a direct projectile meant to cause damage, but he hadn't realized it was a meticulously practiced sequence between the axe wielder and Dame.
Though not a formal member of the Crimson Lotus Clan, Dame had decided to train alongside them for an entire month; he knew that when the time came, they would all be fighting side by side.
He refused to be the one to hinder their otherwise perfect teamwork.
