167 Situation: Part 1

Pieces of paper scudded over the ground and slammed on Elba's combat boots. She stared dead at the opponent, who was only the height of her waist, but the knifelike, murderous aura of the young boy was almost giving her goosebumps. "The Ironfist Society? I see. Then do you know who you have just killed?"

Khadula raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. "No idea. Will someone be coming to kill me?"

While speaking, pale arms began to rise under his feet with a hissing sound, and they all grew as long as a dozen meters. "I do hope someone will come looking for me so that I can find some more collection items." Khadula's eyes turned dark and hollow, the corner of his mouth cocking in a creepy smile as he gazed at Elba.