The Beauty of Chaos

While Latia was looking at Ezra with tinges of shock, Zhelder, the king of the beastkin in this city and her brother, could not help but raise a brow at the display in front of him.

From the fight against Ezra earlier, he knew he was strong, to the point where there would be a very small number of people in the liquidus capable of fighting against him, and the current display was all that needed to be said to prove the king's thoughts.

Ezra was powerful, yet what surprised him more were his balls.

No other man in the city would dare attack another in front of the king. Of course, if he gave them permission, they would be allowed to battle in front of him, yet he didn't give them permission.

He could have coughed this up as being Ezra's ignorance, but he knew what kind of person Ezra was, and his eyes said it all.

Intelligent... Cold... Calculating...