"Haha, 'Iron Blood' Luke. It seems you don't have much confidence in yourself."
Aston let out a low laugh, attempting to unnerve his opponent with his words.
"Relying on cheap tricks to create a fair environment? Since when has a battlefield ever been fair?"
The Blood Lion phantom behind him roared. His frenzied Domain Power intensified once more, surging toward Luke like boiling magma.
Yet, Luke merely watched him in silence, his gaze holding a hint of pity.
"Fair?"
He reacted as if he'd just heard the greatest joke in the world.
"No, you've got it wrong. I just... don't want my prey to escape."
The words had barely left his lips when Luke did something that made Aston's blood run cold.
Unhurriedly, Luke untied an ancient-looking Horn from his waist and brought it to his lips.
WHOOOOM!
A desolate, ancient call from the Horn, seemingly traveling from the far reaches of the Star Realm, pierced the Magic Barrier and echoed through the clouds.
