True Iron Style, High Might!
''RAWR!'' The Deadly Beast's menacing roar echoed in the Island of Grandmasters.
The rest of the Mutated Beasts stopped moving further and stopped only five meters away from the Chosen Ones.
The Chosen Ones gulped with cold sweat pouring down their backs.
Looking at the Deadly Beast in the distance, no one could stay calm in front of such a powerful presence.
Ichiro straightened his back and, without fear, looked at the monstrous beast.
''Need help?'' Lord asked with slight fear. Looking at the monstrous beast, he knows that their chances of survival are very slim.
And it looked like Deadly Beast was targeting Ichiro for some reason, making the current situation very dire.
''Sigh… Nah.'' Ichiro rejected his good will and decided to fight by himself at first.
Lord nodded and backed out with Lone and Ares, but they didn't retreat too far away.
They will be ready to save Ichiro if needed.