In front of the ancient green willows, just a few dozen meters away, dust billowed and stones flew. In the gradually dispersing dust, one could see a large pit about twenty to thirty meters in diameter, with a man in dark red armor lying inside.
The muscular bare-chested man stood atop the armored figure, fists clenched, his smile appearing devilish in the eyes of the man in armor.
In the eyes of the onlookers, that was exhilarating; their teeth gleamed in the sunlight as they grinned widely.
He's so fierce!
With a downward blow, he had knocked the man in dark red armor to the ground. It wasn't just strength he contained, but also various skills and a grasp of the timing in battle.
As an elite who had undergone systematic training, Matissa was very aware of the difficulties involved.
