The Man's Decree

Jared narrowed his eyes. “He was allowed to kill as he pleased earlier. Why can’t I kill him? I’ll kill you alongside him if you try and stop me!”

Kazuo sneered. “How brazen of you to think you can kill me at your current level. In fact, none of you here can do anything to me. As the results are now clear, I will not let any of you kill him.”

Kazuo’s words caused the crowd to bristle indignantly, but they were powerless because the true extent of his power was unfathomable.

“You need to watch yourself in Chanaea, Mr. Kawaguchi, so that I can guarantee your safety in my country. I will not hesitate to detain you if you dare to throw your weight around here.”

Wearing a mild smile, Mr. Sanders ambled over from the door at that moment. “Mr. Sanders!” Kazuo turned pale at the sight of Arthur. “We were merely sparring, Mr. Sanders. Now that the results are clear, I just want to take my man and leave,” he explained.

he arrived, Mr. Sanders. How is his life more

means to fight to the death, which is the spirit of the samurai of Jetroina if my memory

silenced Kazuo with a simple remark. Jun, who had been on the brink of death, suddenly crawled to his feet and unsheathed a dagger. “The battle isn’t over!” he declared before plunging the

of events, as they were under the impression that he had committed suicide in the face of

his hand into the cavity, and pulled out his bloody and still-beating heart. Most women screamed at the sight and clasped their eyes shut in

heart before it expanded and engulfed him, healing. his fatal wound at a speed visible

black and hung limply outside his body. At the same time, a suit of black armor too grotesque

shock at Jun, unable to grasp what he was up to.