Luke stood across from the man, who merely watched him in quiet silence. Was he assessing him? Perhaps. There was no way to tell.
The arena had once again come alive with roars and cheers, the crowd seemingly even more excited after witnessing what Luke had done to Chorum.
The man, Hel, a strange name, truth be told, tilted his head slightly before speaking. "You possess quite the skill for erasing your presence. Not once, but twice, you managed to do it without me noticing you at all."
Luke nodded. "I would have been disappointed if you had."
His confidence was not misplaced. When merged together, his skills, Ghost Steps and Shadow Walk, transformed him into something akin to a complete phantom, making his presence nearly impossible to detect even for those with exceptionally keen senses. Against ordinary opponents, there was little reason for him to doubt its effectiveness.
"Why do you wish to fight the strongest?" Hel asked, raising his brows. "To assert your dominance?"
