124 Prior engagement

"Ahhhh!!!"

With the swing of a massive cleaver sword, blood splattered into the air and landed on the face of a young man with white hair and bright blue eyes.

"Nice" the young man smirked before cleaning his face with his sweat infested arm.

The young man stood alone in a massive Hall shirtless and surrounded by corpses. It would seem to any passers-by like these corpses had been claimed by the young man.

And they would be right without a doubt.

"Useful....but not my type" the young lifted the gigantic sword over his head and shook his head. With the help of this weapon he had stolen from one of the soldiers here, he was able to wipe out the crowd bit by bit.

It was a masserce filled with bloodlust and rage....but this style, he didn't particularly like it. following his comment the young man squatted down and impaled the cleaver into a corpse.