CHAPTER 183

Elliott stood on the opposite side of them, standing tall and straight like a towering pillar that no one could shake.

His gaze was incredibly deep, and no one could see through his heart. He was once regarded as a legend in Gunnar, the number one in the world. He had stepped on countless enemy corpses to reach the top. Even though he had lost his memory for five years, he still had his pride. In front of him stood a War King, a Vice King, and twenty warriors who were obviously at the level of a Centurion.

Such a lineup was undoubtedly luxurious. But for Elliott, these opponents were not worth his attention. He had once faced several masters from outside the country alone and had never been defeated.

How could a few ants shake him, the God of War of the North? "How do you want to fight?" Elliott asked in a deep voice. The Thunderbolt War King smiled and said, "How does the North King want to fight?" Elliott clenched his fist and said, "I'm in a hurry, so let's all attack to