Loosening his muscles, Ghost took an arrogant defensive stance, knowing he was bound to win.
Forget the stabbed injury on his lower side belly.
He has fought with bigger crowds under such injuries before.
So what was one Pyno trash that he couldn't handle?
Death seems unfazed by Ghost's intimidating pose.
His eyes remained empty, as deep as an abyss for at this moment, he couldn't feel pain at all.
Baymardian techniques vs Morg techniques... which one was superior.?
Ready... and... Fight!
Boom!
Both landed swift attacks on each other, going back and forth in an epic display, leaving those watching from the surroundings with dropped jaws.
What?
Were they blind or was that Pyno scum keeping up with their leader?
How can this be? This wasn't a dream, right? In the surroundings, many felt their hearts stop.
No. No...
It shouldn't be like this.
