Chapitre 702: Almost Committed a Mistake

"Dammit!" Duketace grunted in annoyance, gasping for air as he looked around before slumping at the trunk of a tree, gazing at his hands to see blisters forming on his palms, bleeding in response.

His shoes were now in tatters, resulting in prickling injury to his feet. Duketace rested for a few minutes before groaning as he got up and slowly made his way forward, leaving the forest as he stared at the valley before him.

"As long as I cross this valley, I'll go beyond the Lan Clan's influence." He muttered, stopping as he couldn't help but rest once again. He had never travelled so much on foot before, not once in his life.

He had always relied upon a carriage, or at least a horse.

Before, when he stared at Fowma, he thought that he was done for. But, never in his wild experience did he expect to just be knocked out and not be killed.