Battle Anomaly

Pfft.

Caught off guard, Shanlilas was struck again. His injuries worsened, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

At the same time, his entire body was sent flying backward. He crashed into a high-rise and was embedded directly into it.

The residents inside the building were unlucky enough to be smashed to death outright, or shaken to death by the enormous impact. The luckier ones suffered grievous injuries, blood pouring from their bodies.

People farther away only felt a tremor, but it still sparked massive panic, making them scream incessantly.

Screams, cries for help, and the sounds of people fleeing all mingled together, creating a deafening clamor.

Holden Mans and Xiuste, watching from afar, had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.

In their eyes, the lives of these commoners were worth nothing. If they died, they died.

Who told them to be so unlucky, to happen to be right in the middle of their battlefield?

In the entire Country of India, simply surviving was a matter of luck.

Because these high and mighty Martial Artists would not spare pity for a single commoner. To be killed by them was even considered an honor.

Thus, staying alive meant one had exceptionally good luck. If your luck was bad, you might encounter Martial Artists fighting in the very next second and lose your life.

In the city center, ordinary Martial Artists would not fight too fiercely.

But Martial Kings like Holden Mans and Xiuste could sever, crush, or flatten a skyscraper with a casual strike. Battles between Martial Kings caused enormous shockwaves across an extremely wide area.

In just a few minutes of fighting, the aftermath created by these three had already killed several thousand people.

Yet not one of the three cared!

The two swiftly approached and saw Shanlilas