“Luck’s class is related to the martial god.” Chris whistled after killing the last martial god follower. It was a type of sigh. 

Luck’s name was also familiar to Grid. “Ares’ subordinate?”

“That’s right. Among Ares’ three men, he is one of the strongest three. Like the martial god’s followers, he has the passive skill to unconditionally counterattack. He is a headache to fight. I can’t count how many times the Giant Guild was beaten by him.”

“Luck is very strong. I fought with him frequently in my beginner days and lost.”

“Regas, you lost? Is the unconditional counterattack skill that fraudulent?”

“Haha. At that time, Luck didn’t have the counterattack skill. He was an ordinary martial artist like me. I was beaten with pure talent. Well, my level was lower at the time.”

Regas was a genius. He couldn’t lose just because his level was inferior. It was correct to say that the other person was also a genius.

“Hrmm...” Grid became tense as he was reminded of the fact that the world was wide and there were many strong people. If the Ares Army were to participate in this year’s National Competition, it would be much harder for Grid to play the role...