Silence.
The hall was dead silent.
Everyone was staring dumbfoundedly at the scene before them, mouths agape, unable to speak.
What's going on?
The fight hadn't even started, and this guy had already surrendered?
In the hall, only Viscount Silver Moon's eyes brightened suddenly, as if he had thought of something, and a hint of delight flashed across his face.
"What did you do to him?"
A man, seemingly a friend of the strong man, rushed forward and pulled the strong man up from the ground, glaring angrily at Sunan.
Sunan said calmly, "Just a little trick, why, do you want to try it too?"
Facing Sunan's indifferent gaze, the man's expression froze, but he couldn't speak a word.
At this moment, the strong man also regained consciousness.
Recalling his actions just now, his face instantly turned as red as a pig's liver, and he roared in anger, drawing the battle axe from his back, rushing towards Sunan.
Everyone was taken aback.
