Hern was clearly raging as he walked toward Sol.
His face looked ugly, like that of a snarling dog. The crowd, although shocked at Sol's tone of speech toward the powerful young master, was still anticipating a good fight.
At the very least, they knew that the Southern Demon was strong enough to do something and not be defeated easily.
Some however doubted his strength, saying things along the lines of: 'He didn't fight in the preliminaries... I doubt he is actually that strong.'
Nonetheless, they were all in for the ride.
At the moment that Hern arrived where Sol was, he stopped.
On seeing this, the crowd quickly began to whisper amongst themselves about this odd occurrence.
He stared into Sol's eyes as he thought to himself, 'I could easily kill him with him knowing it. But... man's worst enemy is fear, which stems from mystery.'
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