Colt was driven to a corner. The impending danger that his future faced at such a mesely stage wasn't a laughing matter,
'I have to win this by hook or crook,' Colt gritted his teeth.
He no longer feared being unfair with his approach. But alas, Klautz would never give him the chance, for he was the king of unfair means.
Colt who had never wielded his sword finally took it out from his inventory. The hilt of the sword stung in his bleeding hands, dying the blue handle into crimson red, but he gritted his teeth and continued.
Klautz smirked.
With sich a handi cap on Colt's side, Klautz had gained a major advantage in the match already.
"Whoooo!" The crowd burst into cheers and Gozoto too nodded in appreciation.
'Let's see where this goes.'
Gozoto didn't make an attempt to stop the match to save Colt's rorry ass.
