Maximizing Efficiency for the Kill

"You said your name is Lenny Tales; do you want that on your Grave stone?" The Magistri asked.

Lenny suddenly chuckled as he squatted low. Seeing the Magistri gather up so much of his favorite color had gotten him all pumped up, and he could feel his blood boil with excitement.

His eyes were locked on the Magistri. "You know, I was about to ask you the same thing. How does 'The Fool that Fucked with Lenny Tales' sound?"

As Lenny said this, he rushed at the Magistri. Every kick he gave the earth under his feet was an expression of his willingness to battle.

Considering what Cuban did to the Magistri, it was not possible that he was going to see Lenny and his teammates escape the Arena and still do nothing.

As Lenny rushed for the Magistri, he waved his hands, and Katanas appeared.

A white flame rushed into them.

However, as Lenny advanced, the wave of blood around the Magistri's body rushed for him.

*Boom!*