Smack--!
A palm suddenly smacked toward his neck, and the world was one mosquito poorer... After killing the mosquito, the fellow shifted his body and changed positions, then soon began snoring again.
It was an extremely unsightly sight.
"Ugh... Eleanor, I can't eat anymore... Let me go... I really can't eat anymore... Ugh..."
Some strange, seemingly pained sounds even came from inside the fellow's hood.
At the venue of the Power Conference, someone was actually completely ignoring the battles and had been snoring away from the very beginning. Honestly, it was infuriating!
These fellows who called themselves 3K!
Speaking of which, who exactly was Eleanor?
Hmph! If not for the other masked fellow, who had been holding a notebook and pen the whole time, scribbling away and diligently taking notes with a fairly decent attitude, he would have already gone over to mock them. What a trashy racist organization from Eagle Country.
But come to think of it, despite Eagle Country's absolute advantage in national power, it had yet to achieve anything particularly remarkable in the supernatural field... Apart from a few masked fellows, it seemed that only the Black Order had reported Eagle Country's name from its dependent territory.
Yet the Black Order had not originally originated in Eagle Country.
It had originated on the Euro-Continent. Because the Church had tried to exterminate it completely, it had ultimately been forced to follow the tide of immigration and quietly redevelop within Eagle Country, a land barren of Supernatural Power.
However, the nearby spectators, disturbed by the sound of the unsightly sleeper killing a mosquito, soon stopped paying attention... They were more concerned about the upcoming challenge matches.
The female knight of the Knight Organization had won three battles in a row. Her performance in the first battle had