Chapitre 745: Death Match

"Damn…"

One person among the multitude of people watching the live stream muttered under their breath. However, it was truly what every single person in the room was feeling.

"These youths are truly monstrous at their very core."

"They're all dangerous to the order and must be eliminated immediately," a man dressed in a simple black robe said, his silver eyes fixed on the screen.

Despite knowing full well that Blackgate was speaking to him, Whisker von Pounce, the sovereign of the beast race, offered no response.

With his chin resting on both hands, his eyes never left the screen as a crazed smile found its way onto his face.

'Amazing…'

The blood in his veins was boiling. This world had been far too boring, far too predictable. He had initially thought Atticus to be a variable in this predictable world, but he had been completely wrong.