Kapitel 400: Alfonso's rage -part one-

"You…" Said Alfonso.

Alfonso's aura soar once more.

Veins began to appear on his hands and face while he stood in front of Beltimon.

  "Don't underestimate me" Said Alfonso.

Beltimon looked at Alfonso.

The emerald eyes shone like it never before.

Belitmon suddenly had a… premonition.

As the monarch of the seventh circle, Beltimon had met hundreds of thousands of individuals.

From the ones who wanted to be powerful to those who already were.

From those whose destiny was limitless to those who only waste their time.

As the saying says…

The devil knows more for being old than for being the devil.

As for Alfonso?

Beltimon had seen his case too many times before.

A human who is lucky and tries to put his luck too far.

"An arrogant person" 

How many people had died at the tip of his finger just because they were too arrogant?

Beltimon couldn't count and couldn't care either.