Hagen couldn't fathom what happened.
He was still standing in the arena, but he could no longer hear the cheering of the crowd.
All he knew was that he must attack the young man before him. No reason behind it. The urge just overcame him.
Roaring with the very fiber of his being, the Fenrirkin lunged at Leone, poised to tear his enemy apart.
To his surprise, the young man smirked evilly and casually shifted to a boxer's stance, standing in place as he held his ground.
In the past, Hagen might have sneered and mocked the young chieftain in his head. However, after experiencing a one-sided beating from his opponent, he no longer dared to look down on him.
As Hagen swung his claws toward the young man, hoping to slice the latter in half, a voice reached his ears.
"Dodge," Leone said as he moved his body to the right.
Hagen's claws harmlessly went past his body. But the Fenrirkin was already prepared to unleash his next strike.
