Chapter 289: An Impending Storm
A thousand masked killers sat stared down at the blood-soaked sands where a towering, spike-armored Domain Master knelt at the feet of a slender youth in a demonic mask.
The stunning silence in the colosseum lasted for a full five seconds.
Then someone finally spoke.
"ASURA!"
A single voice screamed it from the upper tiers.
"ASURA! ASURA! ASURA!"
The frenzied chanting shook the foundations of the Crucible Arena.
The hundred thousand masked spectators felt their blood boil with an unprecedented fervor.
They threw their arms into the air, their voices converging into an earth-shattering roar.
They had just witnessed a miracle—a Silver Rank 1 youth subjugating a Gold Rank 1 veteran.
Even ninth seat hadn't done something so absurdly domineering.
In the middle rows of the stands, the masked man who had earlier swindled Rhain felt a bucket of ice water pour over his head.
'He... he actually won... and enslaved Skullcrusher!'
