The next moment, Leon turned his head and chuckled while looking sharply at everyone.
"A long time ago, in such a hopeless situation, an ugly bastard told me."
A memory of him desperately clinging to his life and struggling to survive flickered.
Behind him was a wall and before him were an array of fucking assholes wanting to tear him apart.
There was no escape for him.
Either he was going to die or emerge stronger and victorious.
Fortunately, it was the second thing.
With a chuckle, Leon pulled out his two-handed greatsword from the ground. He waved it a few times in the air and walked forward.
Everyone marveled wondering how one could wield a huge sword in one hand so seamlessly.
The others such as Ian, Sander, Vikram, Thane, Peter, Garrison, Su Lin, and many others followed from behind…Some had determined expressions on their face and some were weighed down with worry.
Leon stepped on the ground with a large stride.
