There was no way that Barang didn’t know his name.

But even though he had just received confirmation from the man himself, Barang simply couldn’t believe it.

After all, how could he? The one standing up there, right in front of him, was a terrifying existence that seemed impossible to even touch. How could this person truly be a human brat who had yet to even become a full adult?

“...There’s… no way,” Barang denied the possibility through clenched teeth. “You, you aren’t Eugene Lionheart. Who in the world… are you? Could you really be a dragon?”

This was the first time that Eugene had been subjected to such a misunderstanding. Eugene snorted and shook his head.

“Do I really look like a dragon in your eyes?” he asked.

Barang didn’t reply.

Both his arms had been cut off. His internal organs were also spilling out of his torn-up torso.

However, Barang wasn’t dead yet. Although his wounds were so serious that he wouldn’t last long without treatment, Barang was still alive, refusing to die.

But he was barely clinging on to his last breath. In such a state, was it even possible for him to overturn this situation? Was this all because he had been too careless? No… while that could have been held up as an excuse at first, now that things had turned out like this, carelessness alone couldn’t excuse this result.

Barang had done his best, but his best effort alone wasn’t enough to narrow the gap between him and Eugene. Or rather, this mysterious opponent who had hidden his true identity behind the mask of the nineteen-year-old Eugene Lionheart.

‘Big brother…’ Barang thought regretfully.

He swallowed the blood that had surged up his throat.

The long distance between the two opponents slowly decreased as Eugene calmly walked over to Barang. His pace wasn’t fast, allowing each of his steps to ring c...