Silence.
The whole of Blackmoon Castle was deafeningly quiet. Nobody expected Ron, who had used a gold-tier fighting technique, to lose so easily to Watson, who had done nothing at all.
Watson was like a god, with a huge illusory eye behind him. He gripped Ron's neck even tighter. Everyone, including Ron himself, thought he was going to kill him.
Watson made a startling remark that caught everyone off guard.
"Your gold-tier fighting technique is impressive. I will spare your life if you hand over all of your fighting techniques! Oh, and there is that knife, too." Watson snatched the long knife carved with a wolf's head from Ron's body as he spoke. He stuffed it into his spatial pouch on his waist without even looking at it.
Ron fought hard to open his blood-splattered eyes. There was only a trace of shock and fury in his eyes.
