Chapter 92: Unleashing Hell... One Way Out
Pery skidded a few feet across the wooden platform, his breath ragged and face drenched in sweat. Yet, despite his exhaustion, his eyes still gleamed with a fierce, unyielding bloodlust.
"You're really tough for the young son of a Demon Soul," the third General, Tran, muttered, squinting through the pain that radiated from his battered body. Even with his thick, muscular build, every blow from Pery had been like being struck by steel—his own attacks barely fazed the boy in comparison. Fighting Pery felt like being a wooden stick trying to break through solid iron.
"You can't win against me!" Tran's voice carried forced confidence, his size and experience deluding him into thinking he still had the upper hand.
"Like I care," Pery replied coldly, his tone blunt and unwavering. There was no fear, no hesitation, just the brutal truth.
