Victory
From the desperate situation of being forced to fight ten thousand alone, to turning the tide in an instant, everyone watching found it as unbelievable as falling into a dream.
Before this, who could have imagined that Little Titan could still defy the heavens and seize victory while surrounded by sixty thousand Skeleton Race warriors? Who could have imagined that such a steel-bone torrent of sixty thousand Skeleton Race warriors would wail in agony beneath Little Titan's feet, collapsing at a single blow?
Some of the students supporting Yue Yang were so moved that tears of joy streamed down their faces.
Chi Mu clung to Hauge, tears and snot smeared frantically all over him, while Hauge wore the helpless expression of someone wishing he could just die... Even the steady and seasoned principal felt his eyes grow damp. Taking advantage of no one looking, he quickly turned away to wipe them. The teachers who had developed the flying Battle Puppets together laughed and cried with excitement. The Ou Family brothers, who had cast aside fame and profit to voluntarily join the research, were overcome with emotion at the sight. The brothers embraced tightly, these iron men shedding tears, then all knelt down together, silently informing their father in heaven: The flying Battle Puppets had finally been successfully developed. In your spirit above, you must have seen this unparalleled battle. Your foolish sons had finally fulfilled your wish today.
In the arena, Wan Mo's face was ashen.
He knew he had lost.
He had lost without a word to say, lost all face, lost utterly and completely.
Even if he still had the divine power traded from that god, no number of Skeleton Race warriors would help, because this Little Titan before him—so monstrous he chilled one's heart, so freakish