There was no suspense at all.
Hajime Kashimo fell.
Even as he died, he had failed to make Ronava take him seriously.
All his desperate efforts had earned him nothing more than a casual glance from her.
And then he was dead.
There was no time to mourn Hajime Kashimo's fall. Next to arrive on the battlefield was...
Well, after watching Hajime Kashimo lose in an instant,
no one dared so much as hiss at Ronava.
Everyone knew how strong Hajime Kashimo was. It was no exaggeration to say that, among all the ancient powerhouses who had returned for the Culling Game,
Hajime Kashimo ranked among the very best.
And yet a powerhouse of that caliber had gone down cleanly at Ronava's hands.
The worst part was that no one could even tell how Hajime Kashimo had died.
All they knew was that Ronava had looked at him once, and that look had killed him!
That could mean only one thing.
The gap between their strength and Ronava's was simply too vast.
If they could not even understand how Ronava killed someone, they had no business trying to fight her.
Anyone who tried would just be the next poor Kashimo. Winning was impossible.
So after making an example of poor Kashimo, Ronava was met with silence.
The ancient powerhouses who had come to take part in the Culling Game tacitly abandoned any thought of challenging her.
Instead, they turned to the other ancient powerhouses who had returned.
The outcome was hardly surprising.
These strongest fighters from different eras wanted powerful opponents so they could enjoy a good fight.
But it had to actually be a fight.
Going up against Ronava would not be a fight. It would be an instant death.
What fun was there in that?
No wonder they