Cedric enteree the battle vircle with terryfying calmness.
Despite having witnessed all of Vahn's dominating wins, Cedric still seemed confident he would emerge the victor.
From his waist, Cedric calmly unsheathed a Golden Sword, which had to be a Sky Grade Weapon at least, or perhaps even Saint Grade, radiating a sharp, brilliant light element.
He looked into Vahn's red irises and spoke calmly, "You know I could never have imagined you would have such dogshit luck. To be able to receive such a powerful master, and their Fire Arts, is truly a tremendous fortuitous encounter. But remember this, no amount of luck can make you a victor today."
Cedric seemed dead serious on destroying "Damien."
Vahn was sure: just a political rival relationship couldn't explain this raw hatred. There had to be another, deeper reason involved.
