Chapitre 292: Mike had already won

Mike stepped out of the shadows, smiling as he said, "Greetings, senior."

Little Nine tugged on Calderon's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, he smells like Grandpa."

Calderon shook his head. "No worries, that old fool is crazy. This kid probably got killed by the old madman with one punch."

What is this? Insulting oneself?

While they chatted, Shadow Nine had already enveloped the area in a thick black mist, ready for battle at any moment.

"Please."

Calderon motioned for Little Nine to step aside and raised his hand. Weapons of all kinds appeared on either side of the restroom, ready for the taking.

According to Calderon's earlier rules, this match was all about weapons. Both fighters' levels were suppressed to level 1, with all five attributes set to 10.