"Reynolds, Reynolds, Reynolds!"
The people waved the colorful flags, and some even took off their clothes, cheering for the return of the Iron-Blooded King.
Everything was ready and all that was left was to use Joelson's crushing defeat to sacrifice his blood for his return.
"Begin!"
With a wave of Leighton's hand, the duel began.
Reynolds chose to stand still, allowing Joelson to attack first. With such magnanimity, he used his kingly aura.
Joelson sighed.
This person...
He would use his blood to pay for his arrogance...
With a move of his feet, Joelson's figure disappeared from the spot.
"What?"
Such speed caused Reynolds to be shocked.
Joelson raised his hand and punched Reynolds in the face.
"Puah!"
Reynolds's face collapsed and he was sent flying!
"What!"
Leighton's mouth was wide open as he rubbed his eyes. Looking at his father fly backwards, he thought he was dreaming.