Soul-Bound

*Boom*

Orange Monk sprang into action right after the match commenced. He didn’t look anything like a man injured, and his simple smile had long been wiped away. In its place was a large grin filled with bloodlust and an intent to battle. His eyes were hazy like those of one intoxicated with wine and his movements unpredictable. Like a ferocious whirlwind, he arrived before the Blue King with speed that far surpassed the speed he displayed when he fought against Musclehead and thrust powerfully with his sword.

Unlike Orange Monk, Blue King’s large sword was still in its place. Like a baby nestling in its mother’s bosom, the large sword was cradled in the equally large sheath that held it on Blue King’s back. He didn’t pull out the blade or explode with power like Orange Monk, but his eyes were filled with a bit of surprise witnessing the ferociousness behind Orange Monk’s strike.

‘He held back’

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