A Threat

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~Chuckle~

“You’re one tough motherfucker,” Red Redder smiled with trickles of blood escaping from beneath his mask as he stared at the person in front of him who was wearing a blood-red demon mask.

“Oh my! The contest is just kicking off but things are already this heated up. Looks like I was right. Right Kory?”

“Hmmm.”

The clash between them began only halfway to the arrival of the next contestant and even with that, he ended up in his current state.

At some point in their fight, he was doubting if he would ever make it to catch a glance of the next contestant, but after some time he noticed something off.

If this person was desperate to finish him off the same way he was to Bull Reiner, he would certainly be disqualified a long time ago.

Added to the fact that his opponent hasn’t uttered a word since he arrived, it was proving difficult to read what he was thinking.

But Red Redder found this stupid; leaving a threat existing when you could erase it.

Another fact