"Is it... is it over?"
Lance gasped, asking in shock.
Yet at this moment, no one answered him, because all eyes were fixed intently on the dissipating dust...
The dust was clearing.
The figure inside was about to become visible!
This is...
Everyone seemed to hear the same crisp sound of jaws dropping.
The leader of the nearly invincible Wolf Armor Group in their hearts, the War God of the young generation—Alva.
At this moment, he was forcibly pressed into the ground.
Mu Fan's iron-like left hand clamped around his opponent's throat, half-kneeling on the ground.
Alva stared blankly at the sky.
"I actually... lost..."
Just that instant.
No tricks, just the raw clash of power and speed.
And he, Alva, who had never been defeated and prided himself as the Child of the Stars, was actually defeated in the area he took the most pride in.
The iron-like hand on his throat, with just a slight squeeze, would have his throat burst open instantly.
