Chen Chuan looked at the newcomer. From the aura he projected, his presence here, and the way he spoke, Chen Chuan roughly guessed his identity.
V Asia's Throne Fighter, Drian Krosal.
"It was me," he said.
Krosal said, "I heard you were the one who dealt with the prisoners who escaped from Lockdown Hall?"
"I only helped deal with two of them," Chen Chuan said. "As for the rest, your side will have to handle them yourselves."
Krosal looked at him and asked in a somewhat accusatory tone, "Since you had the ability to deal with two of them, why did you deliberately let the last one go?"
Chen Chuan looked at him and said flatly, "You need to understand that it was you who asked us for help, not that we were obliged to exert ourselves. How we choose to act does not seem to be your concern."
Krosal's gaze gradually deepened as he stared at him. "What role did your Great Shun Delegation play in this incident? A Mystic Hall Fighter like you actually defeated two Throne-level prisoners in succession. Even if they were severely weakened, I believe there may be something here that we do not understand."
Chen Chuan looked at him. "If you want to understand, I happen to have a little time right now. I can stay and let you find out."
The previous battle had been quite satisfying, and he did not mind having another. Unfortunately, this man had probably not come in his complete form, but only as a single body part, so Chen Chuan likely would not get to experience his full strength.
He wondered how this man differed from the two opponents just now, who had been weak enough to be pitiful.
Krosal fixed his eyes on him. His fingers twitched