Arc 2, Chapter 113—Aftermath
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Point, blank, simple.
It was beneath him to fight with the current Levon.
Victorio allowed his words to sink in as he slowly walked away, passing Levon with a low smirk.
"For now, I'll let you revel in glory. However, the next time we clash… I won't be going this easy on you again."
For a moment, a hint of displeasure and viciousness cloaked Victorio's face.
For Levon's sake, it's best he finds a way to crack through his ceiling, so that he, Victorio, can have the pleasure of battle.
"Levon Belmont… As my Rival, I expect that much from you."
With that, he was gone, walking ahead, despite the rage from the masses.
"_" Levon who was following behind.
Rival? Since when?
So this lunatic was taking him as a rival from the very start?
What the hell? He swore he couldn't remember any scene that led to Victorio concluding this much.
