The Divine Undertaker
"The better question is: Why are you so weak, and who gave you the balls to attempt to kill me?"
The black-clad man was speechless.
They were… weak?!
They were all honed Scion ranks, for fuck's sake!
How could they have expected these brats to be this good?!
Swish!
Even as the black-clad man was about to argue, there was a rush of wind, and his head suddenly flew off his shoulders.
While the likes of Oxley, Fafnir, and Bigby couldn't kill quickly like Caleb could, they could still at least keep their opponents occupied for a long time, especially with their endurance.