He's here....Reaper blood!

Orso called him to explain the rules of the tournament the next. It was simple. Eight fighters will be reduced to four in a fight. Then two the next time and then finals which will take place in the palace.

Single elimination. Surrender or death.

Kyrexiel and Orso briefly put aside their hatred to work together. Simply put, Orso has swallowed his pride and shoved his hatred aside to make sure he wins.

Kyrexiel didn't mind either way if Orso wanted to be looking at him with a hot glare or with a future promise of violence. He was provided with the best food the crime lord could buy with potions and herbs.

He tried to send instructors to Kyrexiel but he turned them down flatly. He didn't want any progress with his martial arts but he needed to practice his new bloodline technique and get comfortable with Sandskar's power.