Chapter 81: You'd Even Pick on an Old Man?

Ashton Scull set down his walkie-talkie, the knot in his chest easing slightly. "He must have called Iver." Ashton turned to Ivan. "I remember you fought him. How does this kid measure up against Iver?" Ivan considered, then shook his head. "Ashton, when Iver went up against me, he was only a Seventh Rank Grandmaster. After a few years, I figure he's Eighth Rank now." "His Nightfang Arts were as sharp as a butcher's cleaver. Even an ordinary Ninth Rank Grandmaster might not have an easy time...