Wrathful Sea Voyage: This Game Won't Last Until the Seventh Day

Bang!

An arm landed on the table. Despite the flame-charred stump, not a drop of blood splattered out.

From its appearance, it looked like a piece of burned charcoal that had barely been carved into the shape of a hand.

As soon as the hand appeared, everyone present turned their heads in unison, staring in shock in one direction.

—Sun!

At that moment, the two-meter-tall brute was dressed in tattered clothes, his body covered in bloody gashes. A vicious knife scar stretched from his face all the way to the back of his head!

It looked as though his entire head had nearly been split open.

Dried blood was everywhere, leaving his whole body a reddish-brown color. He had clearly gone through a fierce battle.

Yet he did not have a single fatal wound.

After appearing, the teammates beside him immediately backed several steps away, clearly unwilling to stand too close to him.

That combat role had nearly made them think he was Perfect Life's partner!

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

Sun made no effort to conceal his aura and burst into laughter beneath everyone's gaze.

"Good, very good!"

"You all gave me an opportunity, at least. I got to have some fun."

"I just don't know why one person was missing! Did someone keep their person from coming?"

"Also, whoever was so polite as to leave their hand behind when they left—would you like to claim it and take it back?"

Before the Arbiter could speak, Sun had taken the initiative to speak, delivering the most crucial piece of information.

Xie Antong, Perfect Life, Chiyo Eon, and the others were all stunned.

Only one person had not gone?

From their perspective, they had held back their own companions and prevented them from going over.

And by their judgment, they should not have