Chapter 440
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"Mr. Morningstar, you may make the first move since the announcer has already told us we could begin."
The gruff voice of the man in the tunic interrupted Azmond's train of thought.
Azmond looked up from the ground and saw the passive, aggressive look that his 'opponent' was giving him.
Furthermore, it was clear that this dude was underestimating him with how relaxed his posture was.
And there was also that conceited and pompous smirk plastered across his face…
It was a smile that Azmond really felt like wiping off him!
Nevertheless, even though this guy was annoying, and even in spite of the fact that he had drunkenly fought his way through a part of the preliminaries, Azmond calmed his hasty hand.
After all, he still had to keep up his edge-lord facade, and luckily for him, his drunk self had made sure to make a better disguise before going out to fight.
