Vaelor flashed in front of Chris and looked down at him coldly.
"So you really are human. It seems the rumors weren't exaggerated. Humanity truly does possess talent far beyond the other races. You only just reached Stage SS, yet you still managed to make such a mess of us. Even if you die here, that's something to be proud of."
Wind energy gathered in Vaelor's hand, quickly forming into a colossal blade of compressed wind. He swung it down at Chris.
Tempest Cleave!
Vaelor wasted no more words. He had plenty of questions, but he suppressed them all.
An enemy like this had to be eliminated immediately. He couldn't give Chris even the slightest chance to escape.
Chris tried to dodge the colossal blade coming down on him, but his body wouldn't move. A bitter look crossed his pale face.
This time, he was really done for.
In the end, his recklessness had caught up with him.
