Chapter 145

Icarus turned around and caught the blade with his bare hand. James Clayton, a thin, dark-skinned young man, stood in front of him. His eyes were full of malice when he twisted the blade hard, trying to cut Icarus's hand. With a firm grip, Icarus shattered the blade! James' eyes flickered with shock. His left hand reached behind his waist, as if attempting to grab something. But Icarus caught his hand, preventing him from retrieving the object. "You want to kill me right off the bat? We don't have any grudges between us. Why take it this far?" Icarus asked. James gritted his teeth. He was using all his strength to break free from Icarus' grip, but he couldn't move an inch. Suddenly, he began chanting an arcane incantation. Icarus' eyes flickered slightly. He glanced back and saw the mask on the wall trembling violently. In the next moment, the mask detached from the wall and flew straight toward him. Seizing this brief moment of distraction, James roared and stepped aside. The