Chapter 212: Who’s Next?
"What... what the hell just happened?" Nayara asked quickly. Just like most of the people there, she was completely confused.
"He really... crippled Mason with a single hit..." her clan leader muttered under his breath.
Nayara looked at him, still confused, but swallowed hard when she saw the sheer shock in his eyes too.
"Pathetic... Dan had to hold back so he wouldn’t kill him." Niara murmured over Lucy’s shoulder.
Lucy nodded. "Yeah, bro was way too rushed. He should’ve taken his time beating the crap outta him... not giving him a chance to give up until... well, never mind."
Niara chuckled in agreement. Meanwhile, Lucius and Veyle sighed beside them, clearly feeling how sadistic and vengeful those two were.
"Take him away. He lost."
The military officer’s voice came out cold as he stepped into the martial stage. Even he was deeply shaken by the result.
Up until then, most people still didn’t believe what they’d just witnessed.
One single punch... and a tank was on the ground, badly injured, bleeding from every hole in his face. Even if Mason hadn’t used his blessing, just with the sheer power of his three rings, a support-type like Darian shouldn’t have had the slightest chance of hurting him.
But there it was — plain as day. Everyone’s gaze toward Darian changed completely.