Behind him, the leader of the group who was staring at him as if he was a monster as he had effortlessly dealt with the fatso's attack was puzzled when he saw this King from the Central Continent pause right at the entrance of the room in which there was still pin drop silence, except for the low moaning of the guy who had been stomped into the ground.
Expecting some sort of dramatic dialogue just like the one before which had actually stung quite a bit and made him admire that someone was capable of coming up with such a witty remark in such a short amount of time, the lean man whose chest was still burning as if someone had made him swallow fire waited with bated breath, although he wasn't as worried as before that a fight might break out.
