That slap was sharp and loud that it had everyone silent for a moment.
It was even worse considering that the sheer force of it spun Severin's head sideways and sent him tumbling into the ground.
Even Conrad winced despite not the one being on the receiving end. He could almost feel the sting of it on his own cheek. This was why he was rubbing it right now.
'That looked painful'
Standing tall at the center of the opening, Drast lowered his hand back to his side. He returned his sheathed katana back to the cloth tied around his waist.
By the looks of it, the senior rep also had enough of this. He turned and began to walk.
"Darren. That's enough. Announce the winner. This is going nowhere"
The announcer snapped out of the daze of that slap and blinked a couple of times.
"Uh, what. End it now? He isn't knocked out and hasn't surrendered yet. Are you sure you want to end it here, like this? This duel's win conditions..."
