It was rumored that the Master of Violet Sanctum was a once-in-a-century prodigious talent. If it hadn't been for him, the position of Master would have rightfully belonged to Ambrose Holmes.
Remus frowned as he saw him approaching.
The true horror of that last strike could only be felt upon contact. Even if Remus went all out, he probably wouldn't last more than ten moves against him. Doug's strength was at least above the Golden Stage.
"Doug, what are you doing? I'm going to finish him off!" Earl shouted in a fit of anger.
Doug stared at Remus for a few seconds before averting his gaze. He scolded, "Shut up! All the visitors are our precious guests. Who gave you the courage to lay hands on Master Calsberg? If you harm him, what reputation will the Violet Sanctum have left?"
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