If one word had to describe Frederick's current mood, it could only be [regret]. If it had to be more specific, then it could only be [if only I'd known].
He fucking never should have let this bastard make a sound!
Whenever I start to respect you even a little, you open your mouth...
What the hell is all this nonsense?!
Even knowing his opponent was trying to disrupt his mentality, Frederick still could not help becoming irritated and enraged!
Especially when he thought of everyone crowding around him after he was eliminated, asking how someone as awesome and powerful as him could have lost, and what the work that defeated him was even called...
How was he supposed to answer that?
Beneath the roiling flames, Frederick had already begun to sweat profusely.
No, even if he said nothing, the Association might release the recording!
It was over. It was all over!
At the thought of how ugly Great Craftsman Yellow Beard's expression would be upon hearing that his student had died at the hands of his Ex-Wife and Stepmother, Frederick's eyes began to moisten.
If he got hacked to death by an ex-wife and a stepmother, his whole life would be over, wouldn't it?!
BOOM!!!
Surtr's flames erupted once more.
Frederick roared, his aura abruptly surging to unprecedented heights, his fury more violent than ever before!
The greatsword in his hand cleaved and swept, stirring up a storm of destruction. Blinding tornadoes emerged from the blade, turning into a natural disaster within the workshop, vaporizing Blood Qi and burning through armor.
He would burn the enemy before his eyes completely to ashes.
Can't lose! Can't lose! Can't lose! Absolutely! Cannot! Lose!
At this moment, Frederick was stronger than he had ever been before. Driven by unprecedented terror, he had