Now a few months have passed, even if luck is exceptional and talent is high, the Professional Level is estimated to be only around 2 or 3, how could anyone be a match for such a dangerous monster?
But right now...
A crimson blade of light tears through the air in his mind, the shadow of a black wolf's howl gradually fading, the image of the armored monster's head rolling off plays over and over again.
This happens right before him, forcing Abi to believe.
And just as his mind was shaking, his thoughts in disarray, the male voice in his head resounded once more.
In contrast, besides an increasing gravity to the tone, there was also a heavy sense of command:
"Do not move! Do not make a sound!"
How could it be him!?
Saloyan, of course, remembers the cold and sharp-faced black-haired youth on the field ahead.
