627 The Raid 1

The entire stadium was shocked speechless. Aside from only five or so people, everyone else crumbled like dominos, not even willing to rise to their feet again as if they had witnessed the most horrible monster in their lives. 

This prompted the crowd to inspect the smirking fellow who stood there. He had perfect male features, spiky white hair, and blood-red eyes that pulsed every second like a sonar. 

His face was angular and tapered to a point, his lips soft and inviting, his jaw soft and sculpted. His body was of good height, around 5'10, just enough to tower over most females, and quite well-shaped. 

He wasn't buff or large, neither was he skinny. He had just the right amount of muscles and compactness to make him look sleek and lithe while manly and strong at the same time. 

He wore a set of black armor that was scaly like the body of a lizard, with a large lion's medallion in the center of the chestplate.