Battle Arena VIII

Back on stage, Leon looked at the red-faced Rudeus and mumbled,

"I was aiming for his neck…?"

He had intended to knock Rudeus out instantly by striking his neck, but midway, Rudeus moved unexpectedly, and Leon's hand veered off course, landing a loud face slap instead.

"Poor guy… well, good luck recovering from that humiliation," Leon muttered as he stepped off the stage.

"Damn, Leon! That was brutal! You completely destroyed him!" Ragnar laughed.

Leon raised an eyebrow.

'Does he have some kind of fetish to huimiliate others?' he thought dryly.

"It was well deserved," Vanessa said, crossing her arms. "That bastard has been acting high and mighty for too long."

Aeron smirked. "Man, he's never gonna recover from this. His whole reputation is in the gutter now."

Leon looked at them, dumbfounded.

"Who's Rudeus?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"What?!" The three of them stared at him in disbelief.