Anthony wouldn't deny it; a small part of him was feeling exhilarated, his battle intent stirring in response. Just over a month ago, he had fought the Demon King and God, both of whom had only managed to injure him once, an injury that hadn't even drawn blood.
But now, he was standing before people who could draw his blood for the first time in what felt like ages. Anthony couldn't help but feel that this moment resembled his early days back at the Blue Planet, when he was still climbing to the top. It reminded him of the first time a group of assassins had ambushed him after one of his shopping trips.
As Anthony was about to give in to his exhilaration and battle intent, he immediately suppressed it. This was a battle for survival, not for fun.
