CHAPTER 831
THUD—!
Gunther hit the ground with a heavy, sickening resonance as his chest rose and fell in a frantic, uneven rhythm.
A dark pool of blood began to collect beneath his battered body, staining the cracked stone of the coliseum.
His grip on his twin swords finally failed, sending the weapons clattering away from him with a hollow, metallic ring.
A short distance away lay an unconscious Mada, resting at the center of a five-meter-wide crater with limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
Sera had also been cast aside, lying motionless in the debris, followed shortly by Judy.
This grim tableau illustrated just how terrifying Rowen was, even when relying solely on his base statistics.
He had utilized nothing more than raw, fundamental strength to dismantle a group of experienced Stage Five warriors and above with ease.
He was a menace.
A monster in human skin.
