"What the hell…Rex, what are you doing here?" Dilan exclaimed as he looked at the bulky man, who smashed his fists deep into the head of a Black Bull.
The Black Bull's skull cracked and a terrified bleak escaped its mouth just a moment before it turned into countless particles that dispersed on the Ancient Battlefield.
"Who calls for me?" The bulky man with short brown hair and green eyes turned in all directions before his eyes fell on a young man standing on top of a small elevation.
They were roughly the same age, yet, Rex looked as if he had long since exceeded the age of 30.
"I am calling for you, you old muscle-head!" Dilan shouted out loud, with an exhilarated expression on his face.
"I'm only 22 years old, you jackass!!" Rex shouted back, still not recognizing Dilan. He readied his fists and went into a combat stance to fight his new opponent.