CHAPTER 841
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There was an errie silence that descended upon the whole coliseum as all eyes landed on the two dozen men who were torn from their torsos.
Then turning back to stare at the culprit, they could see that Grey had his eyes open as he took in the sight of the arena.
Pluck who had been retreating a moment ago, paused.
He turned around following the thudding sound and there he saw the twenty-four men on the ground. Blood pooled beneath their bodies like a river.
Orion remained unfazed by this as his eyes landed on the Supreme Magus a few metres away.
The duo glared at one another with calm gazes. A silent, invisible crackle of lightning was fizzling between them the more they stared at one another.
The Northern booth too was deathly silent as they looked upon this phenomenon.
A single word. A single whisper. And a single attack split twenty-four stage five warriors like a piece of steak.
