CHAPTER 847
"Damn you, Noir! Watch where you are being flung!" Grey barked angrily as he pushed the heavy familiar away from his body.
"Yeah, blame me. As if it's my fault I got roped in and thrown away like a piece of discarded rag, you moron!" Noir barked back in Grey's mind.
"Tch," Grey scoffed, standing up with a deepening frown on his face.
His eyes were now fixed on Thalos, who was currently having a go at Orion.
The two were beginning to dance all around the arena like a pair of lethal ballet performers, yet the gargoyle remained unable to truly overpower the veteran warrior.
Their movements were far too rapid for normal people to peer deeper into, but Grey was no mere spectator; he was the Supreme Magus!
He could perceive their maneuvers clearly, yet he still found himself questioning how he was going to defeat Orion.
How could a man be this resilient? What had he been eating… uh… doing to reach this level of strength?
