CLANG~
A loud metallic clang echoed across the area.
~WHOOM~
Berserk shockwaves swept outwards, wreaking havoc in the arena. Stone and wood were totally shattered, as dust filled the air.
The surrounding disciples quickly retreated.
However, their gazes remained fixed on the arena.
In the sky, Hoba Solis stood on his flying gadget. He looked down at the cloud of dust, feeling pleased at the destruction he had caused.
"I can't believe this ignorant brat actually dared to take my attack head-on." He laughed sinisterly. Everyone knew that Ezra Zephyr was most definitely severely injured. As such, it was naturally no longer possible for him to participate in the Death Task.
A gentle breeze swept past, blowing away the dust as arena gradually cleared.
Numerous gazes continued to stare.
