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"Isn't this a surprise?"
The incarnation of Odeo, known as Odi Wang Lee rested a hand on the side of his pale white face. His crimson coloured eyes scanned his surroundings. Nothing much would be around or had little interest to him. The lavender haired tyrant martial artist crossed one leg over the other as he sat on a makeshift chair, fabricated from a demonic beast like dragon he slain with his hands. He hated getting his hands dirty.
"Pathetic... Old Master Ro's brats defeated me. How could I fall so easily?"
Sure, his tone seemed rather venomous, it did have a nice, sophisticated tone to it. Almost poetic. However, being in this ill forsaken purgatory, Odi gave a rather long, yet annoyed grunt. He closed his crimson coloured eyes. Maybe someone would come his way.
Odi Wang Lee. The incarnation of the god of hate formally resided in Ancient China. Someone who had his own dojo. Someone who had hired assassins and hit men. That rivals the great, yet late Master Ro. Until he was defeated by three fledglings. Very embarrassing as a defeat one would say.
"Damn that Ro. Sammo, Lei and Yuan. Miserable piles of human flesh. I could've easily slain them..."
His voice grew sharper, it seemed to echo throughout this dark hell. If he had claws, they would've dug into the arms of his makeshift chair. Instead, he clutched the end of it, causing it to shatter. His crimson coloured eyes soon opened, giving a rather cold, menacing glare. A glare that could easily strike fear into anyone and anything.
"One day... One day... I will get my revenge. May the name "Odeo" range through this waste of space of this planet..."
"Isn't this a surprise?"
The incarnation of Odeo, known as Odi Wang Lee rested a hand on the side of his pale white face. His crimson coloured eyes scanned his surroundings. Nothing much would be around or had little interest to him. The lavender haired tyrant martial artist crossed one leg over the other as he sat on a makeshift chair, fabricated from a demonic beast like dragon he slain with his hands. He hated getting his hands dirty.
"Pathetic... Old Master Ro's brats defeated me. How could I fall so easily?"
Sure, his tone seemed rather venomous, it did have a nice, sophisticated tone to it. Almost poetic. However, being in this ill forsaken purgatory, Odi gave a rather long, yet annoyed grunt. He closed his crimson coloured eyes. Maybe someone would come his way.
Odi Wang Lee. The incarnation of the god of hate formally resided in Ancient China. Someone who had his own dojo. Someone who had hired assassins and hit men. That rivals the great, yet late Master Ro. Until he was defeated by three fledglings. Very embarrassing as a defeat one would say.
"Damn that Ro. Sammo, Lei and Yuan. Miserable piles of human flesh. I could've easily slain them..."
His voice grew sharper, it seemed to echo throughout this dark hell. If he had claws, they would've dug into the arms of his makeshift chair. Instead, he clutched the end of it, causing it to shatter. His crimson coloured eyes soon opened, giving a rather cold, menacing glare. A glare that could easily strike fear into anyone and anything.
"One day... One day... I will get my revenge. May the name "Odeo" range through this waste of space of this planet..."
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