CHAPTER 818
In another corner of the coliseum, a two-on-one skirmish was currently ongoing, and it had suddenly taken quite the dramatic turn.
Orion was trapped.
A glowing sigil appeared beneath his feet, anchoring him to the spot, while Thalos was coming in hot with a devastating punch from behind.
Simultaneously, the gargoyle's greatsword was rushing downwards from above, aiming to cleave him in two.
"Let's see how you slip past this, you traitor!" Thalos shouted, his voice vibrating with raw, unfiltered energy.
Orion just exhaled sharply, his composure remains unshakeable despite the pincer attack.
Spinning around with fluid grace, he crossed his forearms across his face while coating the skin with a dense layer of Ki.
BAM—!
Thalos' punch landed with the staggering force of three bullet trains; the impact was more than enough to send the man hurling backwards across the arena floor.
