"I see now..."
Suddenly, Leta spoke and laughed, catching Keith off guard.
Keith frowned.
See what?
Just as he was confused, Leta continued.
"Although I would say having an ability gives you the edge but... do you really think that's enough?!"
Leta roared as he moved.
This time, he was noticeably faster.
Keith instantly felt a sense of crisis.
He immediately retreated as the spot where he had been standing was blasted to smithereens.
At this moment, Leta was finally using the skill he had been holding back.
It was a technique passed down to warriors.
Before he had been captured and turned into a slave, Leta had been the son of a warrior.
His father had taught him this skill so he could protect himself.
But who would have thought his father would be killed, their noble house would abandon them, and he would be left to die before slave traders eventually captured him?
He wasn't fighting in the arena just to survive.
He had revenge he still needed to take.
So...
