The silence that ensued after Agramormos punched Ice Tyrant was loud.
The First Years stared with stunned expressions as the eight rank of their class was on the floor...unmoving.
After all the barking, the arrogance, the vicious words sent at the Second Years, a single punch was enough to send him unconscious.
The First Years could not believe it, but the smart and calm ones were not surprised.
Even though the Ice Tyrant was a Frost Demon with physical capabilities that could rival an average Minor Archfiend, Agramormos was a Supreme Archfiend, and there was no way Ice Tyrant could contend in terms of physical strength.
What did they expect?
For Ice Tyrant to suddenly find a way to defeat Agramormos?
When he was not Simon?
The hope in the hearts of the First Years was extinguished and the momentum Ice Tyrant brought was shattered.
Three seconds later, Belafar burst into laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
"He couldn't even last a single punch?! What a fucking weakling!"
