Wheel Tactics

In the arena, Tales steadied his emotions and felt the increasingly active Sin of the Hell River flow through his entire body once more.

Ever since his adventure in the desert had ended, he had discovered that Sin of the Hell River had become denser and more abundant. Compared with its former "ten-second true-man" state, it could now withstand prolonged expenditure.

After Ending Power dissipated, the fatigue and soreness it left in his body had also lessened accordingly.

As expected, Tales thought:

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Of course, it came at a cost. Ever since Nikolai had seriously wounded him, his left wrist was no longer as nimble and flexible as before, which affected his use of the shield to some extent.

And if Sin of the Hell River's temper improved along with its operation, that would be even better.

"Your Grace, I'm Gianluca Komuto."

Komuto was a short, sturdy, well-built man with dark skin and a bashful smile. At first glance, he looked like some middle-aged uncle from next door who had weathered many storms and taken plenty of hard knocks, yet remained amiable, optimistic, and resilient.

Tales noticed that his opponent occasionally glanced unconsciously in Marius's direction.

"I used to be a First Class Alert Officer in the Inner City's Vigilant Hall, responsible for protecting important figures." Facing the Duke of Star Lake, Komuto smiled so brightly that he looked almost obsequious.

"Fortunately, I passed the examination and selection process and entered the Royal Guard."

"Now, I'm one of the newly appointed Guard Officers in your Guard Team."

Alert Officer.

Tales drew a deep breath.

All right. That was something he knew quite well.

Whether it was the Green Skin bosses in the West Ring District, who held their noses high and colluded with the