Bab 77: The Arrogant Young Master Klaus

"Courting death" Omari shouted, his murderous gaze intensifying. 

"Really? I don't feel like it," Klaus replied, his grin widening as he locked eyes with Omari. "Care to demonstrate?" His tone was playful, almost mocking, and it only seemed to infuriate Omari more.

Omari's fists clenched at his sides, and his aura flared with a burst of water energy, swirling around him like an impending storm. The air grew tense as everyone in the ballroom turned to watch, sensing the impending clash between two powerful young warriors.

Klaus stood there calmly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as if daring Omari to make the first move. His relaxed posture contrasted sharply with Omari's growing rage, further irritating his opponent.

"You think this is a game, Klaus?" Omari snarled, taking a step forward, his aura intensifying.