บท 67: Chapter 67. The Deathmatch

Wei Lhosa was rather confused as to why Amon asked the question, but he didn't let himself be careless. He had seen Amon's art which delivered a sudden attack from a long-range. Perhaps Amon was simply making a non-sensical question to misdirect him, causing his concentration to falter. Wei Lhosa snickered, such a petty trick.

He immediately activated his metal skin arcane art to counter Amon's sudden attack. He didn't believe Amon's punch could break his hardened skin's defense.

But contrary to expectation, Amon simply stood at his place with folded arms. Amon was smiling as he gave his opponent a condescending stare.

Wei Lhosa who considered himself superior to Amon was infuriated by such a display.

"I will wipe that smug smile from your face!" He uttered by lunging forward.