CHAPTER 822
In a corner of the coliseum, two brothers had been locked in a brutal clash that defied the very bonds of blood.
The battle had recently taken a shockingly explosive turn when Rivock utilized their clan's secret technique to blow his brother's hand clean off.
Landing three meters away, Rivock panted heavily as beads of sweat formed on his temples.
He peered intently into the thick cloud of smoke that had already billowed up from the site of the detonation.
Suddenly, a roar erupted from within the haze.
It wasn't a beastly sound, but rather a raw, humanoid scream of agony and fury.
Surprisingly, the sheer force of the roar was enough to dissipate the cloud of smoke that had obscured Rivock's view, finally revealing Drevor standing amidst the debris.
One hand was gone.
In its place remained a jagged, bleeding stump that was currently being sealed by a desperate surge of Ki.
