Max stood in his place, looking past the horde of battles at the young master of Shamal Clan. His eyes narrowed, as past memories flowed in his mind.
He clearly remembered how much the original Max suffered because of this guy. Worst of all, Max knew he wouldn't even remember him.
"Ah! I'll let your soul rest in peace, buddy, but that requires a sacrifice. I'll give you that!"
With a wave of his hand, a dark blade materialized in his right hand, as he dashed towards him. His eyes were so focused and determined that even he would have been surprised if he had seen them.
However, he wasn't in the right mind to notice all of that.
He just ran while dodging the attacks of other Shamal Clan people. The earth quaked under their overwhelming might, as they were the peak hunters of Bronze Rank.
All of a sudden, Max jumped, sensing danger coming at him, and saw his opponent in mid-air. It was the bald guy, looking at him with a deathly glare.
