"Hmph, it's time to meet your end," Damien said, glaring at Draco.
Draco smiled. Despite being repeatedly slammed to the ground, there were no visible injuries on him. Damien, too, began to notice this small but significant detail.
"Even if you kill me now, I'm not dead. Don't forget—this is a contest," Draco snorted.
"And also..."
"You've disappointed me. Is this all the strength you have?"
By the time Draco said this, everyone was shocked. The voice had come from behind both of Damien's clones.
When had Draco moved? How had he moved? These questions baffled everyone.
But when they turned to look at Draco, they saw something that sent shivers down their spines.
The crowd stared at Draco in horror.
BAM! BAM!
In his hand were two beating hearts, spouting out blood, dripping onto the crowd. Draco smirked.
