The Beast Slayer

Why Do The Elites Want You Dead?

Chapter Sixty Three

Damien Black’s POV

“Slash! Take that you punk!” I kicked the boxing bag with my legs while throwing in a punch with my hands.

It’s been ages I trained and the Lingdo of Alaska has quite and interesting set of training equipment…from the push up and pull up rings to the heavy and strung punching bag.

Farther ahead is what looks like a training puzzle where you will have to succeed at a certain exercise before having access to jump to the next.

“Go ahead and do what your mind wants” said the chubby Elite of Asgard in an encouraging manner.

I nod my head at the Ellite gong foward to inspect the state of the metallic training tools that has dangerous sharp metal spikes attached to both end.

This is suicide.

I turned and look behind to see the Elite of Alaska raising a provocative bush eyebrows at me.

I sighed checking the wooden foundation if the high puzzle to make sure it’s still stron and not cracking ot eaten up by termites.

“Are you afraid ?” Asked the El