Capítulo 693: Nephilims

Armand Nephilim, the privileged acolyte that he had fought in the final of last year's Magus Game, had once again standing in front of him.

Emery, however, was currently in an unusual situation. It wasn't about the numerous wounds on his body, as the pain he felt from the wounds was the last of his list of concerns. 

Moreover, his newfound monstrous regeneration ability had already started doing its job and patched up all those wounds.

His main concern was the feelings that were building up within him which became increasingly more apparent with each battle he went through.

This peculiar feeling became even stronger, rising twofold when he saw the figure draped in a golden robe that was slowly approaching in his direction.

Emery felt his head start spinning, and he barely managed to hear when the golden hair acolyte said something about taking the fight easy as it was just a game.