Chapter 113
"You two should save your grudges for tomorrow."
The voice was calm—almost casual—but it echoed through the entire training ground like a command from the heavens.
Everyone froze.
Between Jay and Argon now stood a man with tousled brown hair, dressed in a long black trench coat that fluttered slightly in the breeze. His arms were stretched out at his sides—one open palm firmly catching Jay's punch, the other catching Argon's strike with equal ease.
As the dust from the shockwave finally cleared, gasps filled the air.
It was him.
The No. 2 Hero.
The Beast.
A Class S warrior, rank 2. A living legend.
Anyone watching could swear that if it had been them in his place, their arms would've snapped clean from the sheer impact of the blows.
The Beast's usual relaxed smile faded slightly into a frown. His eyes narrowed. He could feel it—neither Jay nor Argon was backing down. Instead, both were trying to push through his grip with brute force.
"I said… stay down."
