Ever since he came to this place, this Fox beast man had been the embodiment of living hell for him.
Dylan had always wanted to smack that smug look on his face, and maybe give him a few knockouts like he had done to Dylan.
However, the chance had always skipped him.
Dylan knew that they skill difference was much, but he absolutely did not believe that it was so much that he could not make a bell ring on the Beast man's chest.
After all, even the ball within the bell will move if Maverick were to take as step, at least that was what Dylan thought in his head. Or could Maverick stop basic physics?
Dylan did not believe that was possible.
But then, that confident smirk on Maverick's face was a very disturbing one.
Then again, the challenge was clear, and Dylan's eyes narrowed with resolve. He picked up the metal sword, feeling its weight and balance in his hands.
