"Wh, What the fuck…? Why is that punk taking off his clothes all of a sudden? What the heck is happening for real?"
"Is he out of his mind?"
"Maybe."
"Hey, you crazy bastard! I bet ten thousand on you, what are you doing?!"
As soon as the match started, most of the spectators were shocked to see Kieran throwing off his clothes.
This chap already had a hard time climbing up with his sufficient sword skills, and then now, he suddenly let go of his sword, so it was inevitable what the end result will be.
It was the same with Gallid who felt absurd.
No, he felt offended beyond absurdity.
"What are you doing, twat? Did you think that if you pretended to be my kind, I'll go gentle on you? If that's what you are thinking, you'd better take it outta ya head. Go back now and come armed, b!tchy lad."
He warned the approaching Kieran. But despite his warning, Kieran did not stop. Rather, he got a little faster than before, and then ran rushed as fast as he could.
"Carnock–!"
