The Cripple Lucus
After killing the middle-aged man, Steffan began attacking the others.
The moment the corpse collapsed onto the shattered arena floor, panic exploded throughout the entire Lockheart Martial Arts Hall.
No one had expected things to escalate this far.
Blood spread across the cracked stone tiles beneath the moonlight. The metallic smell drifted heavily through the cold night air while frightened breaths and hurried footsteps echoed everywhere.
Steffan stood at the center of it all like a demon descended into the mortal world.
His sinister ghost mask reflected the pale moonlight faintly. The black robe on his body fluttered violently despite there being barely any wind.
Then he moved again.
With absolute overwhelming strength.
Bang!
A Silver Realm expert charging from the left was sent flying dozens of meters with a single palm strike. Bones shattered audibly before the man crashed into a pillar, coughing blood endlessly.
