Fear flashed in Jacklin's eyes. He had not expected Ashton to get so stronger in just a month. On top of that, they had used every underhanded trick they could to put brawlers in a better place by restricting the use of abilities and still... Ashton was overcoming the difficulties like it was no one's business.
Jacklin wasn't the only one surprised. Darjud was staring at the strange creature with worried looks. His smirk was long gone. Not only did Ashton kill his elite fighters even while he was at a disadvantageous position, but he also rivalled Jacklin? How could someone as strong as him only classify as E-grade?
'The bastard has fooled us all. He is C-grade at the very least!' Darjud sighed and prepared for his turn to come, 'I still have to honour the tradition of my master. Until Jacklin is killed by him, I cannot attack him.'
