[center][h3][u] Isen’roy Dullan, “Phoenix”[/u][/h3][/center]

Isen’roy took an immediate dislike to him. It didn’t take for a person to be instinctual time like him to sense that Gregorias was underestimating them. He was tempted to smash the old man’s face in but decided against it. Was it because he was scared of the consequences? Not at all. He simply didn’t want to ruin the merry mood he was having. Before him laid forty-one other master class adversaries! 

In exile Isen’roy was deprived from battle. There were a few talented bandits here and there but none could supress his battle hunger for long. It was not surprising, if they were capable of holding their own against Isen’roy, then they would be holding powerful positions instead of roaming the barrens pointlessly. 

But now they were here.

An innocent childlike smile appeared on Isen’roy’s face.

It was then that Isen’roy noticed him.

He was sceptical at first, they had similar characteristics but it could always have been a lookalike. But he saw it, a giant glaive that towered of the tall bearded man. That was the enchanted glaive, Guandao, and that meant he was here.

Once again, a smile appeared on his face. However, this time instead of being innocent, it was far from it.
 
Using the heel of his left foot, he kicked backwards and knocked up a nearby empty bucket into the air. Turning around, he leapt into the air and performed a bicycle kick. He had to control his strength to prevent the bucket from instantly shattering but it still retained enough force to easily knock a grown man out. The bucket launched at breakneck speed towards Solomon’s head.

It was several years ago before Isen’roy was exiled and was still a general. He had encountered Solomon on the battlefield and they had a brief exchange of steel before he was forced to make a tactical retreat because his troops were outnumbered.

To think he’d get to settle an old score.