Shane Moore, the typically low-key, fiercely dedicated War Fiend, unexpectedly revealed such formidable power. He said he'd defeat Archer Whitaker within thirty moves, and he did just that.
This completely blindsided everyone.
"Archer Whitaker, is this the extent of your abilities? Truly disappointing. From now on, you'll be leaving the top ten masters, and I'll be taking your place!"
Shane Moore declared loudly.
Archer Whitaker gritted his teeth, his face ashen, yet he couldn't retort.
He was already ranked tenth among the top ten masters, and now having been defeated, naturally, he was to relinquish the rank to Shane Moore.
"Also, you're no longer qualified to stay in this courtyard. I'll give you three days to move out."
Shane Moore laughed uproariously.
"What? Don't push your luck too far!"
Archer Whitaker roared in anger.
