Chapitre 147: Training (2)

The log had to be laced with something it had to because there was no way he couldn't even cut the damn wood.

Atlas set the log on top of the stump, then picked up the axe.

"Alright weakling, let's see if you can make more

than a dent. Although, I won't complain if you

don't, I thought you were strong since you were trained by the best assassins but damn nephew your father would be so disappointed."

Atlas felt a growl rumble in his chest, a low growl,

shocking him at how natural it felt.

What the hell is wrong with him?! Since when did he just start growling at people?!

Elvin smiled and leaned back in his chair again and looked at Atlas with amusement.

"What are you going to do, big guy? You can't even chop a log. Ha."

Atlas huffed and squeezed the axe between his palms.