Chapter 115 - Tournament arc (part 17)

As if the crimson-haired girl readying herself to evaporate their existence was nothing to be worried about, the two voices coming from the possessed man's mouth talked to each other discussing the situation and even coming to a conclusion.

"As if I let..."

*tsss*

Ehmi snorted and raised her head pridefully – until suddenly something touched her shoulder and her flame armor went out like a match sprayed with water.

"...you...? Eh...? Eh...?!"

"?!?!!?!??!"

"?!?!?!?!?!?"

*thump*

Ehmi gasped in disbelief – but she wasn't the only one shocked.

The possessed judge turned into a darkness magician literally stumbled back and fell on his back starring in terror at something behind the girl.

"..."

Ehmi breathed out and looked over her shoulder.

"Rethaq, Kiorterell... You fuckers DARE to speak about peaceful death after what you did to MY MOTHER...?!"