Master Tactician

"Guaah!"

Pitch black blood, one that's completely opposite to the rich blue blood flowing in his body spilled out of the third brother's mouth.

"Third!"

"Fourth!"

The remaining two, first and second, by the way they addressed themselves screamed.

Varian couldn't help but flash a pleasant smile.

With two mouths shut, it was already so soothing to the ears. If he could break these two down as well, woudn't that almost be world peace?

'Mom, your son is about to do a great thing!'

Grinning like a cunning predator, he didn't attack the two directly but instead slammed his elbow onto the Third's face.

It split open like watermelon but quickly tried to piece together. A disgusting but common sight.

The aura that's surging in the Third's body, one that's supposed to launch a surprise attack on him scattered like a horde of leaderless beasts.

But the man didn't give up.