บท 118: Combat Class (3)

"Is he crazy?! Is he really going to...?!"

Aram trembled in disbelief. He looked at Elias who approached Astride with a calm, and collected expression.

With eyes that seemed that pierced through one's soul, Elias looked dead in the eye of his opponent.

"Move aside, old man."

Astride couldn't help but fall to the ground in muted shock. He didn't know if Elias Corleone was simply that ignorant, or someone that had confidence at the size of the sun.

'This person... he's one crazy motherf*ker.'

Aram thought with mixed emotions. He had always assumed that there was a limit in arrogance, but he was once again incorrect.

He had just seen someone walk up to what could be considered god.

Aram was convinced that Elias was simply something special. Even if the man would get his butt kicked right then and there, he would applaud the man for even—even attempting to meet the eyes of someone like Astride.