公车前后两根同时撑满玩弄

"Oh! you have not?" he questioned rhetorically.

"Hmmm! I really suggest you should read more books." he nodded at her like an old wise man giving a child the most valuable piece of advice.

"I am not interested in your stupid Rules Devil. When I came here, you showed me that you had bound your soul to your word and that you will only give the Feathers of the Fallen to the winner, and I am that WINNER!"

The only reason why Manta and Razor had not fought immediately after they made it to the third level was that they did not know who the last person coming was going to be. Fighting and weakening themselves for another\'s glory was not at all their style. 

However, When Lenny arrived, they discovered that they had worried for nothing.

It was only a little boy. He had nothing of the calibre of power that they possessed. After which, she was glad to give it her all in the fight against Razor. A fellow Magistri with a true name that could transcend his rank and fight her on equal grounds. 

If it was under a different circumstance, then she would have been dead by now. 

Those little extra years that she had on Razor in experience were the reason she was the person standing and asking for the Feathers of the Fallen and not diced meat in a soup of her own blood.

Coco adjusted his Monocle a bit. Wiping it with a white cloth as if to clean dust that was not even there in the first place or even better still, Manta\'s saliva that obviously did not reach him during her ranting. 

However, the Devil had a surprising habit of cleanliness.

He took his time as he unbuttoned his white shirt. Underneath were fine carved muscles the like that only an artist with extreme detail to attention could draw. However, on his chest was a seal marked out in glowing red blood. 

"According to this Seal I Carved on myself, I can only give the Fallen Feathers and safe passage out of the Dungeon to the person that wins. As you can see, as I showed you when you first arrived, this seal binds me to that oath."

"Then why have you not giving me the feathers?" she asked still obviously angry.

"Why do you think?" He asked her back with a brow raised.

His words were meaningful, and even the pain Manta felt was not so intense that it blinded her to the ability to think for herself. 

However, no matter how she thought about it, it just did not make sense. 

"Was there another participant?" She thought to herself.

After all, Coco had stated that they will be only three to participate in the competition. If that was so, then it meant that she was the only one remaining.

After all, she had killed the other two by herself. 

One was blown through the chest and the second one was diced by her.

"Or did Razor manage to somehow survive?" She thought again. After all, he was a Reptoid. This kind had very incredible healing abilities. Healing abilities that made other Gladiator\'s ability to heal look like trash.

They could even regrow lost limbs. 

Considering how strong Razor was, adding to the fact that he was a Half-born with a True name from his master, it would not be all that surprising if he had some incredible regenerative ability that no one knew about.

Instinctively, she turned to check. However, Razor was still a pool of his own blood. 

He was still as dead as could be. 

Something suddenly rang in her head and subconsciously, she looked around for the first person she had killed. 

However, he was nowhere to be found.

Just then, she heard Coco\'s voice again from behind, "Have you ever heard of the Saying: A mantis Stalks a Cicada unaware of the Oriole behind."

A voice unexpected, suddenly answered from seemingly nowhere.

"How could she? That is an old Chinese Proverb that has survived the annuls of time: One must know about Zhuangzi\'s inspiration on the circle of life to be able to know about these Profound words."

Her eyes looked at where her ears had heard the voice come from. To her surprise, there he was. The first person she killed. 

The same weakling that she had thought was too low for her eyes to gaze upon. 

The same one she had stumped upon like an ant, insignificant of the use of her killing Intent.

He strolled forward like he was taking a walk in a garden, not in the least bothered by his position or the things around him. 

He walked towards her and Coco.

Surprise was evident in her eyes. After all, that was a blow right to his heart. Lenny should not have survived that. In fact, he was supposed to have already been running cold by now. After all, she had fought for hours with Razor.

But here he was. 

As he strolled towards her, her eyes searched for the Hole in his chest. However, what she saw surprised her.

The Hole in his chest had already formed a rough scar and even that scar was about to fully heal. 

It did not make sense to her, and she wanted to ask, but the words found themselves unable to form, held still at the tip of her tongue. 

It was at this time that she noticed that white miasma seemed to flow into his body from the ground, and as he walked, it sounded like the screams of disgruntled souls, unwilling to leave their place of rest.

This made the aura about his body very eerie, and even though he had a smile on his face, it might have been much easier for her to see the Chopped-lipped smile on Razor\'s face when he ate her flesh... 

(Author\'s note: Extra, Extra... It\'s a holiday. I\'m on a roll today yeah. Read on Webnovel for extra chapters)