"What did you say?!"
Alfonso Rowan's words, heard by the brocade-clad young man, caused his face to change drastically.
"Is there a problem with your hearing?"
Alfonso Rowan sneers, showing no courtesy at all.
He didn't care if it was just some young man of unknown origin.
Even if it were Young Master Flame 'Flame Graham', the third son of the current Emperor, he wouldn't take him seriously.
As a grandson of the 'Chairman' of the Royal Country Artifact Refiners' Guild of Green Forest Country, Alfonso Rowan has his own pride.
"You're courting death!"
The eyes of the brocade-covered young man were icy, he roared and charged towards Alfonso Rowan.
Boom!
The brocade-clad young man threw a punch, with the 'Origin Force Fist Imprint' forming and rushing out like a shooting star.
In the void above, 2200 ancient elephant illusions formed and charged out.
"It's not certain who will die."
Alfonso Rowan smirked coldly, not even bothering to stand up.
Whoosh!
