No one expected the chubby young man to have hidden this kind of strength. Not even his own two brothers.
Even Jason was shocked. He could tell at a glance that Byron was stronger than anyone had imagined.
Only two people showed no signs of surprise at this turn of events.
Leone and Troy both smiled faintly, as if they already expected this outcome right from the start.
"Winner, Byron!" Gundar declared.
The warriors of the Darkmane Tribe finally broke out of their daze and started cheering.
The chubby young man's hand then returned to normal, freeing Tristan, who was still lying on the ground, suffering from the first stage of grief.
Denial.
"No… no. This can't be happening," Tristan muttered. "How could I lose? Not like this… not like this…"
Byron looked down at his foe with pity. "You know why you lost?"
Hearing his words, Tristan raised his head to look at the victor of this battle.
