The enormous Central Gladiator Arena was silent as death.
Tens of thousands of spectators stared at the huge pit on the stage, and at the old man in the sky whose robe was fluttering loudly, all with surprisingly uniform expressions: their eyes bulging roundly, mouths slightly agape.
Just now, the killing intent that Barre Shepherd erupted with seemed to press down on everyone, as if someone had clutched their throats and their breathing had come to a halt.
This eerie silence lasted for several breaths.
Not until the fight was over did one hear the sound of tens of thousands of people simultaneously letting out a long breath.
The audience, as if awakening from a dream, only then began to digest the information they had just seen.
"It's... over?"
"This... Is that possible? That old man, with a single punch defeated 'Black Sword' Marikas?"
