On his way to track Hake, Guding had finished watching all of Hake's combat videos.
Hake was a man of few words, dressed in simple jeans and a light gray hooded sweatshirt, his face seemingly perpetually hidden beneath his hood, making it unclear to discern.
His every move was incredibly succinct, and all of his opponents hardly needed a second strike; his killings, to some extent, were a kind of artistic beauty. Berg's killings, although also in a straightforward, ruthless manner, were more bloody and violent in comparison. If killings were likened to calligraphy, Berg's killings would resemble cursive, while Hake's killings would be like small, meticulous script; as for Guding and Liliya, their killings were like worthless scribbles.
"This Hake must be a professional killer. It's my first time feeling this way; I actually enjoy watching him kill. It reminds me of those scenes of Potion Masters concocting potions I've seen before," Guding couldn't help but exclaim.
