Someone like that had still proven to be no match for Woods! Who was Woods? Why have they never heard of him before?
Samson let out a sigh of relief, "No wonder he was able to save us. I thought it was just a coincidence, but he really is that skilled!"
At that moment, Isaiah slowly reacted. His lips trembled slightly, not knowing what to say. Byron's eyes were wide, looking at Fane floating in the air with a look of disbelief.
Zamian looked like he had just stepped on a needle, his mouth was widened, but not a single word came out! All of the disciples from the Corpse Pavilion were gaping similarly, not able to utter a single word!
The shock of what they had witnessed had been far too much for them. They would never in a thousand years have expected that Rufus, who had never been defeated, to have lost at the hands of an anonymous brat.
Fane raised an eyebrow as he set his cold gaze on Zamian. Zamian shuddered at the gaze, and he felt a chill on his back. It was as if he would be killed by Fane at the next moment.
He could not help but take two steps back, and at that precise moment, Rufus' trembling voice could be
heard, "Why haven't you helped me up!"
Hearing that, the Corpse Pavilion disciples broke out of their stupor and rushed out, chaotically helping Rufus up.
Rufus' entire body was trembling from the pain. His left hand clutched where he was pierced. Even his breath was erratic. The whole scene felt strange.
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