Chapitre 369: Demon Hunting

Dave reentered the Dead Realm right in front of Andre's forge. He had won, thankfully so. Looking through his notification he noticed he had two missed calls, one from Lone Arrow and another from Perfect Shot.

Dave called Lone Arrow first, "Sup."

"Hey, you. I called to see how you managed with the Clash of Gods." Lone said.

"It was a tough one," Dave said, he didn't lie. He told Lone what had happened. Dave could have easily won using his skills but he had agreed to fight with just his fist weapons. Desmond Malcolm was a professional fighter. A world champion and his skill kit was built on real struggles, experience and a lot of beatings. The man was tough and Dave respected him for that. His gear was pretty average. But the power behind his fists and his agility were the real thing. In a real fight, Dave didn't doubt this man could take on ten of him without breaking a sweat.

"Wow, you shouldn't risk your Legacy like that Davey," Lone said.