If its owner had been Blood Nineteen, the moment he saw the Throne, he would have fled immediately, without the slightest hesitation.
However, unfortunately, its owner was merely a Human of the Saint Seat Eighth Level, and after so many years, the Throne was not as formidable as before.
Given such circumstances, what was there to fear? He even felt a surge of combativeness, truly wishing to engage in a battle with Logan. If he could defeat the Throne, even a remnant one, it would be sufficient to make his name known far and wide.
"Is that so? Then let us see who emerges victorious!"
Truthfully, Logan was also uncertain himself, but one could not afford to show a lack of spirit despite the odds.
No matter what, he had to maintain his dignity and instill fear in his opponent.
As a result, at their first clash, Logan was struck so hard that he vomited blood.
After gauging his opponent's strength a bit, Logan resorted to using all his trump cards.
