Kahn in his Drakos Armor now stood in front of the two men who planned to kill him in this desolate and forested valley. No one would even know how he died or where his body was buried.
[System, how much of my strength I can use now?] he asked the system because it was the best way to calculate his battle prowess.
[78% at maximum.] replied the system in its usual lifeless and robotic voice.
"This.. That's Dormammu Volstov's skill!" shouted Arkham in disbelief. Being a magic swordsman himself, he knew of the clan head of the Volstov clan, one of the strongest powerhouses in the city. And of course, about his Sword Lord skill.
If Arkham had broken through the Semi-Saint Rank, his own skillset would be comparable to the seventy two year old demonkin.
"So he did kill that Demon bastard. I don't know how he acquired his skill.. But you're lucky that I'm with you." spoke Solomon with a solemn expression.
