บท 417: That Hateful Man..., Duo Tournament

'Heh!' the Thug Leader inwardly smirked. 'Everything is going according to plan, and with the stage set, I can carry out the Young Master's orders and show all the students what will happen to them if they fancy the Young Master's woman!'

"Die, you stupid bastard—!" he shouted out as he lunged at the calm man. Annabelle went to shield Azmodeus from the incoming attack, but he was far quicker to react. He blurred from his spot, appeared in front of the foolish hooligan, and grabbed onto his hand. He then… pulled back.

CRACK—

An unnerving crack resounded through the cafeteria as the fingers of a Grade 2 Immortal King were bent back where they definitely shouldn't have been.