The moment he pointed at me, every gaze snapped to the Poison Dragon.
“Did the Poison Dragon just pick the Mad Dog…?”
“Mad Dog? Not the Pit Hound?”
“I heard it was the Berserk Warhound.”
Those damn nicknames that haven’t even been unified yet. Why is it that whenever I get a moniker, it’s always crap like that?
I didn’t even feel like denying it.
“How about Blood Warhound, then?”
“…Oh, that fits.”
…Should I deny it? Maybe I have to. I shot them a glare, laced with annoyance.
“Eek!”
“…There’s killing intent in his eyes…!!”
“As expected… seems ‘Blood Warhound’ is right. Don’t look at him carelessly. One wrong move and he’ll bite us too.”
I didn’t bite anyone, you bastards.
Just as I was about to say it out loud—
“Get up here.”
Dang Cheongi was standing on the duel platform, calling to me. I looked up at him with a sour face.
“I already fought a bout. Why am I going up again?”
I’d just…