After Plague Box's fairly detailed account, Punk, Kane, and the others finally gained a rough understanding of the tragic ordeal Third Group had gone through.
Speaking of bad luck... they truly had been unlucky. Their target, the Heavy Armored Giant Horral-Basru, was in the Kingdom of Warmwind, far too close to the Grayrain Kingdom. Once the mission was exposed, Ankazan-Flamebrow moved with extreme speed, arriving at the battlefield in less than a second. By then, Plague Box and Thunderstorm had only just received the Chairman's new notice and crossed into the borders of the Kingdom of Warmwind. In reality, they had had no time to retreat at all.
Thus, four Legendary professionals who possessed Legendary trump cards began an earth-shaking battle in a narrow stretch of land. Even without being present, everyone could imagine just how brutal and spectacular that unprecedented battle had been.
Moreover... for the unfortunate Third Group, the most important matter was not merely that a terrifying battle had broken out, but that the powerful Scorcher had overwhelmingly crushed the two Legendary hunters of Third Group.
Even the seemingly prideful Plague Box had to admit that the Chairman's assessment of Ankazan-Flamebrow, the guardian of the Grayrain Kingdom, had been entirely correct. That fellow's strength was truly, truly astonishing. From the beginning of the battle to its end, the Scorcher had practically chased the two Legendary powerhouses around and beaten them mercilessly. Thunderstorm and Plague Box's combined efforts had not only been incapable of fighting back, but they had nearly failed to escape at all.
Meanwhile, the Heavy Armored Giant Horral, who should have been tense after coming under attack, had remained relaxed and at ease throughout the battle. According to Plague Box, that iron-clad man, who was exceptionally poor at speed, only needed to watch from afar