Chapter 411
The huge door behind the three giant chairs, which were placed on a high balcony above the coliseum, slowly creaked open as Grey stood up, dusted himself off, and wiped away the blood that stained the corner of his mouth.
His blood boiled over at what he had just gone through at the hands of a direct descendant. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to wipe the floor with Mada. But he knew, deep down, that the descendant was far stronger than he currently was.
"Told you he was a trouble magnet," Finral whispered as he and Ray walked over, coming to stand beside Grey, who couldn't help but keep scowling at Mada in restrained anger.
"Are you okay, Grey?" Ray asked with concern, his eyes scanning Grey over and over for any sign of injuries.
