The Grand Final (Part 1)

The respected Nebezial, who had not yet used any Gene Skills and no Weapons during the entire Tournament, was now using two sabers. The saber he was using in his left hand had average size and seemed to be made of obsidian. The saber in his right hand was a little smaller than the other but not quite the size of a dagger.

Luke couldn't tell at that moment if they were from Panspermia or if they had been forged by an excellent blacksmith.

"We weren't lucky enough to meet before, like we wanted to." Nebezial spoke, looking into the half-wolf's eyes with a cheeky smile.

"We wanted to? Ah! Yes... you are posing for your fans. That's a great tactic to win the audience." Luke could only remember being snubbed by the man after Shiro's defeat.

"Tsk! You're very bold for someone so young."

The half-wolf raised his Behemoth Axe a bit and replied, "Ann... my boldness is synonymous of my confidence."