บท 43: Picking Up The Blank Card

"Sammodra..." Zeras muttered that word beneath his breath as he looked at the golden-haired young man in front of him.

With a golden hair that seemed to shine with a golden colour, and golden eyes piercing to the souls, a face down occured between the fighters and Sammodra.

A powerful wave of aura seemed to surround Sammodra's figure, almost suffocating. It was as if having a new cadet meeting a blood-covered commander. 

But looking at Sammodra, there was something everyone who never knew him before would easily notice, he was young, like a man around his twenties, but he stood at an height of almost 1.9 metres matching even the tallest among the fighters in height.

Even though the crowd cheered loudly for his name, he didn't even look their side and instead keep his eyes peeled on the fighters.

After sizing them up, a smirk appeared on his face before directing his attention away and raising his hands at the cheering Athlantheans.