The silence was deathly in the arena, broken only by the crackling of the residual electric current on the Thunder Saber.
The black-clothed men were first frozen in place, their eyes wide and round, staring intently at the split body of the red-haired brute, as if they hadn't yet recovered from the shocking scene just witnessed.
A few seconds later, someone began to let out a stifled whimper, and fear spread like a plague among the black-clothed men, their weapons starting to tremble uncontrollably.
Who could have thought, the most skilled red-haired brute, a Tier Five Six Star powerhouse, would be slain with a single strike.
Shock was nearly pouring out of Allen's face, his eyes wide open, mouth slightly parted into an 'O' shape, the surrounding swirling wind abruptly halted.
