However, other than a few of those in third-grade worlds, the others did not know who the one rushing forward was at all. All of them felt like Fane must have been forced to the point of insanity and wanted to end his life quickly. Otherwise, he would never have rushed forward so blindly.
As those thoughts floated in everyone's minds, Fane's Broken Soul Blade clashed against Horace's Frost Moon Slash. As these two techniques came to blows, a series of explosions were heard.
Two intense energies clashed in the air, trying to devour each other. Shockwaves were produced, and the warriors closer to the center were blown back by the energy.
The clash was too powerful, and everyone could even see a small energy cortex being formed at the center of the clash. Everyone's eyes widened as they looked to the middle.
In the middle of the clash, a sudden shout was heard by everyone. Everyone perked up unblinkingly. Even with the explosions, everyone could hear that Horace was the one who shouted.
What happened? Why was Horace so shocked? He sounded as though…he was surprised.
The next second, a cry of agony was heard as a figure shrouded in a faint blue glow started to free-fall. With a boom, that person plummeted to the ground!
Everyone's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets at that moment, because the one who fell from the air had not been the hotheaded man who rushed forward…but Horace instead.
Whatever world they were from, Horace was a transcendent figure to all warriors. Horace was far stronger than them, and they would never be able to catch up to him. Not a single warrior there was a match for Horace, but the scene in front of them indicated that Horace had lost!
"Gah! Is the one who's on the ground Horace? Have I gone blind? Am I hallucinating? How could he have lost to that guy?"
As that was said, he paused, not knowing how to continue.
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