CHAPTER 804
Hours earlier, when the tournament had been ongoing, Grey sat calmly as if the entire event didn't faze him.
But his gaze was firmly fixated on the battle unfolding below.
At the same time, complaints began spreading among the thousands of spectators.
The same words, the same sensation, and the same complaints echoed throughout the stands—some shouted aloud while others muttered curses under their breaths.
What was the issue?
Something whooshing past their legs and pricking them sharply, causing them to jerk their feet up in pain while yelping in protest.
All around the arena, it was the same comment, the same stabbing sensation, and the same startled reaction.
The strange thing was that nobody… absolutely nobody could pinpoint what was causing it—talk less of actually seeing the culprit.
Calling it a prickling sensation was an understatement. It felt more like being stabbed with a dull blade.
