"Y-you finished?"
Lansi sucked in a sharp breath and asked in horror.
Yet no one answered him at that moment, because every gaze was fixed on the dust that was about to settle...
The dust thinned.
The figure within was about to become clear!
This...
Everyone seemed to hear the same sharp crack of jaws dropping.
Alva, the leader of the Wolf Armor Squad and the war god of the younger generation, whom they had considered nearly invincible.
Had actually been slammed into the ground.
Mu Fan's steel-like left hand gripped his throat as he knelt on one knee.
Alva stared blankly up at the sky.
"I actually... lost..."
In that instant just now.
There had been no tricks at all—only the most primal collision of strength and speed.
And he, Alva, who had never known defeat and called himself the Child of the Stars, had been defeated in the very area he took the most pride in.
That iron-like hand around his throat only needed to squeeze lightly, and his throat would burst instantly.
This feeling of having his throat gripped, of being so close to death, was truly his first time experiencing it.
Though his entire body felt as though it had fallen apart and he could not muster any strength, though he had been pressed into the earth, he felt no pressure from those fingers.
There was only one reasonable explanation: Mu Fan had no intention of killing him.
"You lost."
Mu Fan's scarlet eyes stared at Alva. His voice sounded like grinding gravel, accompanied by heavy gasps.
"I..."
A fierce struggle flashed across Alva's face before it finally turned into dejection.
"I lost."
After saying those words, the last of the strength still struggling within Alva's body completely drained away.
He had been defeated head-on in