"No,"
Cold sweat immediately appeared on Dario's forehead.
He suddenly realized something.
The arena was for sparring, but this was real combat.
This guy clearly excelled at actual killing.
Alray, who had been blown back by the punch, sat up from the ground with one hand supporting himself, gasping heavily for air.
He looked down to see a strange black aura clinging to the area where he'd been struck.
Fear flickered in Alray's eyes.
Huh?
Just as Alray tried to push himself up, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. His hands weakened, and an overwhelming fatigue spread through his body.
What?
Alray looked down at his chest.
The rapidly spreading black aura was devouring his vitality at an alarming rate!
Huh?
Suddenly, Alray noticed that the blood flowing from his face was slowly creeping toward his neck, gradually forming a ring and tightening around his throat.
No!
Alray immediately reached up to tear away the blood entangling his neck.
