BELLUM PRAESINTIA

I'M Still Refuse That

Passion like this can only be attained at a certain level, Garlan had found pleasure amid the clashes that could take his life.

Similarly, Bokuri seemed to relish the fight, skillfully receiving every relentless blow.

At its peak, he had to be pushed by Garlan's attack, and then his body had to prepare for the next assault.

"Urgh..."

But suddenly, the wounds on his body gave a clear warning, blood spurted rapidly, hampering his mobility.

Tsing...

There was a slight movement that offered safety. His body was thrust back with a hand that had lost its sword, the attack had been too excessive.

Crack...

Slowly, another moment brought a surprise. Bit by bit, Bokuri's mask developed cracks, eventually splitting into two. It fell right in front of him.

Garlan didn't understand what was so special about the mask, but it was evident that Bokuri's face looked shocked.

The tribal leader stood up quickly and shouted, "Enough, it ends here!"

They didn't pay much attention to his words, but they foc