Arc 2, Chapter 92 — Excuse Me, But Are You Sure?
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The air was thick with tension, with a dangerous sense of foreboding hanging over their heads.
Levon's eyes jerked in amazement.
These old Bloodren 10s arrived with the kind of swagger and aura he had seen in people willing to do anything to succeed.
Who can blame them? Do you dare to blame them?
After taking time off due to punishments, many were crazy for progress. Then there were those who failed Last year's Phase 1 competitions.
Heh.
They had tested all sorts of setbacks that only made their determination grow abundantly.
So yes… you best believe they were here to WIN!
"Wastes!" These old 10s muttered disdainfully, giving intimidating eyes towards Levon and his group of Newbies around them.
The most noticeable old 10 among them was a youth with a baseball bat, a rugged ponytail, and silver piercings on his lips and eyebrows.
