452 Final Island

The person before Kieran was tall and buff but he had an ugly and vicious face.

Underneath his wide mouth, there was a bunch of rotten teeth. He held a long bloody knife in his hand and the head on the floor made him look more ferocious as killing intent was erupting from the man.

Kieran looked at him calmly. Not only because his strength was enough to handle the situation but because the little clues that the man gave away.

He might look ferocious and was erupting killing intent but it was just for show, there was no real intent to kill within.

Even though Kieran was berated by the man, he didn't feel any discomfort or nervousness from the gaze.

In other words, the man was putting up an act and as for why?

The Sanctuary Trials!

Other than that, Kieran couldn't think of anything else.

"The moment I stepped onto the ship, the trials had begun? Then… is this one of them as well?"