Chapter 0396

“Wanda is about to hit the stage in two minutes.”

In a shadowy corner of the arena, a hulking figure in a black trench coat clutched a big jug of mineral water‘, his voice a gravelly whisper. “Miss Sacco wants a bonfire before the show kicks

off.”

His partner, cloaked in black, gave a slow nod. The man stared at the backstage with a cruel

smirk.

They were tasked to light up the backstage and send Wanda’s concert up in smoke.

That jug was not filled with water–it was gasoline, ready to ignite.

“Time to move.”

With the concert countdown at one minute, the two slipped past the cheering crowd, blending into

the night, making a beeline for the backstage.

Just then, a voice called out.

“Gentlemen.”

A young man’s voice cut through the air behind them, low and clear, “Why stir up trouble when you

could’ve just enjoyed the concert like everyone else?

you came from. Don’t make me come after you.

only shot.”

Both men froze.

stealth skills. Are you some kind of energy transformation Grandmaster

too?”

clad in a trench coat, turned slowly to face the stranger, his eyebrows knitting together in a stern scowl.

was indeed Alexander.

the tw

his face betraying no emotion

with a wry smile. “Right

a visit myself one of these

you live if

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his earlier warning, “Remember, you have one chance, and it won’t last

at each other, their smirks growing wider.

before they left; they were to disrupt Wanda’s concert. If they ran into Alexander, take him down, no questions

at paradise, but you chose to knock on

his wrist, revealing a gleaming. curved iron crutch from beneath his coat. He flashed a menacing grin at Alexander. “You’re outnumbered. You really think you can take on both of us? In your

on their metallic gloves, each one shaped like an eagle’s talon. “No more delays,” they

down in one strike!”

was issued, they sprang

envoy in the trench coat rolled to the ground, moving with the ferocity of a wild dog. His iron staff swept low, its hooked end glinting menacingly, alming to slash at Alexander’s

high, their alloy talons poised to strike from above, aiming to block Alexander’s every

the Eagle–Hound Assault, a technique that had made them legends. Their teamwork was seamless, their attack airtight, a move that could easily take down a fighter

community’s Grandmaster.

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