At some point, Roberts Joshua's attitude towards me changed from suspicion to passive trust.
High above, that gigantic hand continued rolling down from the sky.
Endless sand and stones were swept up by the fierce wind, and with its immense power, the ground seemed to be collapsing!
And below the ground was where I stood, facing the incoming attack.
"Roberts bro, we have to help him now. If anything happens to Mason, Miss Sean will never forgive us!" Johan Byron anxiously said.
Roberts Joshua still held Johan back and shook his head, "Wait a bit more."
"Buzz!"
Finally, that giant hand ruthlessly slammed down!
A huge palm print instantly appeared on the ground!
"It's over," Conrad Schroeder said indifferently, with his hands crossed behind his back.
The scene was silent, and everyone held their breath, looking in my direction.
"It seems like he's really dead."
"Being able to hold on for so long in front of a Grandmaster is already quite impressive."
