Elaenor Wood's appearance was too abrupt.
So much so that most people, including Lord Ghost Seven, had no clue what the situation was.
But soon enough, Manager Ridge regained his composure.
"Who might you be?"
He walked up to Elaenor Wood and said expressionlessly, "Are you aware that we are conducting a competition here?"
His supernatural abilities were strong, but he was instantly killed by the person in front of him.
If it were someone else, Manager Ridge would have made a move long ago.
But facing a powerful figure, Manager Ridge could only ask for clarification first.
Then plan his next move.
"If I didn't know, why would I be here?" Elaenor Wood folded his white paper fan and pointed to the air, "To kill him? Someone so weak that I could kill without lifting a finger?"
"Good!"
Before Manager Ridge could speak, Lord Ghost Seven laughed heartily: "Can you handle one of my moves?"
