Kingsman Return

Reaver

As soon as the match started, the Furor, Arran's opponent, removed the cloak that covered his body and flung it away, exposing his bare chest to the crowd.

Standing at more than three meters tall, the Furor was like a giant of a man. From a glance, his rough brown skin was like caked mud, and under the illumination of the light was like the tough hide of a bull pulled tautly across his entire body with muscles that bulged in a very exaggerated way from the slightest movement.

Arran had never fought a Furor before. He also hadn’t heard of them before. As such, Arran didn’t know anything about their warriors and if they had any specialties in battle.

But this was not a problem for Arran. With a single look at his opponent's rippling mass, Arran could tell he was a wild and out physical fighter that mainly relied on physical enhancements to fight.

This kind of opponent was just right for Arran to test his natal weapon on. Compared to those that preferred to fight from a distance, someon