The spectators were all staring at the battle of three against one, holding their breath in anticipation.
"To think D-One would be reduced to such a state by one man… even needing to gang up on him."
A middle-aged man wearing only a singlet and boxers muttered under his breath.
A patch covered one of his eyes as he watched the standoff between Aron and the trio. "Guess he isn't as invincible as he was said to be."
"Saint…" murmured an odd-looking man wearing a full suit under the hot sun.
His voice trembled as he looked at the battle, clearly shaken.
"Such arrogance. Such strength. The Saint."
A cute woman in her twenties whispered with admiration.
Her hair was slicked back, and despite being dressed in nightwear meant for sleep, a long, sharp spear rested across her back.
Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at Aron, who stood against three people with no sign of fear or hesitation.
Around them, the crowd whispered in disbelief.
