Mr. Big didn’t earn his reputation as the giant, the most powerful mafia boss in Nortwold, for nothing. He was a fighter of the highest caliber. His swordsmanship was said to rival that of the ancient samurai of Japan. So far, he had never lost a duel or a fight.That’s why, even after witnessing firsthand how fast, strong, and brutal Scott was when he took down his men, Mr. Big wasn’t worried. He believed he and Scott were on the same level—if anything, he was convinced he was slightly stronger. But the moment he saw Scott’s war god aura manifest into a towering black figure, a chilling terror clawed at his flesh and gnawed at his bones. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before.And when Scott looked like he was about to move, Mr. Big’s automatic response was to retreat, leaping back several meters. A seasoned fighter like him had a strong, well-honed survival instinct. Even though he didn’t know exactly what Scott was capable of, his instincts screamed at him to create dista