A Clash Of Old And New 2
Chapter 82
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Thunderstorm pagoda, second floor.
Standing before the reformed figure that looked nothing alike to his former opponent, Eric felt speechless.
Having prepared to withstand any form of immediate attacks, Eric had taken a combat posture the moment he appeared...
Only to see the aloof and prideful figure,with an arrogant expression on his face ,similarly staring down at him, like he was a prawn that could be squashed beneat his feet.
Wearing an arcadia uniform with a black robe donning it,blue gray hair stylished in an eye catching manner,not too detailed.
Eric stood vigilant, remaining in a ready combat posture,not giving in to the opponent's facade,aloofness,pride,arrogance, whatever it was called.
One thing resounded in his mind, 'A worthless genius won't have been able to leave their mark on history, what more the second to leave one '