�Sigh.�

Cale�s sigh made Lock shut up. Lock�s claws were becoming sharper and slowly getting longer. Rosalyn brushed her face with her fingers. However, the two of them soon stopped moving.

�Poor bastard.�

�Poor bastard? The two of them both had confusion on their faces as they looked toward Cale. Cale had a blank expression as if he had never sighed in the first place as he looked toward the arena.

The Choi Han that Cale knew had been transported to the hell known as the Forest of Darkness when he was just a sophomore in high school. He was the weakest existence in that forest for the longest time. Cale felt bad for Toonka, who was telling such a person that the weakest would be the first to die.

�Young master Cale, who are you calling a poor-�

��Just take a look for yourself.�

Cale pointed to the arena instead of answering Rosalyn.

At that moment, Choi Han took the sword strap off of his waist. The sword flew out of the corner of the arena once Choi Han threw it in the air.

Plop.

Cale could hear the sound of the sword falling to the ground, but he just nodded his head as he started to mumble.

�It�s definitely better to beat someone up with your bare hands.�

Lock and Rosalyn both flinched and watched as Cale�s words became reality.

Wham!

�Ugh!�

Rosalyn could now tell who Cale was calling a poor bastard.

Pow! Pow!

Boom!

Boooom!

The arena was silent.

Nobody could talk. However, Raon�s voice was going off in Cale�s head.

� He�s being beaten to a pulp!

Raon was correct. Choi Han was beating Toonka up without holding anything back.

�Ugh, you bastard!� JrNovels.com