All of this seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
Braydon Neal's figure instantly appeared before the young man.
A single finger gently touched his forehead, and Braydon spoke softly.
The young man only managed to let out a blurred sound before his entire body shattered into a bloody mist, staining Sam Wolken from head to toe.
After a few seconds, the crowd finally reacted.
"He… He was killed instantly!"
"Even I can't react to such overwhelming power."
"This is really... a newbie?"
Sam stared at Braydon in a daze, unable to speak.
Braydon's terrifying speed left no room for evasion.
In other words…
Braydon could kill him at any moment!
A chill ran down Sam's spine, and his face turned pale.
"I won," Braydon declared. "Does this room belong to me now?"
