The Colosseum was in chaos. It had been a joyous scene just a moment ago, but now it seemed to have turned into hell on Earth.
Levi was among the crowd, but he could not help but glance at the three grand knights fighting.
On one side was the Unparalleled God of War, but he had been poisoned by the Fist of the Empire.
On the other side were the Empire's military minister and the foreign aid he had invited, the assassins of the Bird of Death's Voice.
"Pale Shadow. Isn't he Iron Mountain's superior?" Levi's heart skipped a beat.
D*mn it; the enemy was right in front of him. How could he stop? He wanted to go up and punch him.
However, after witnessing a grand knight's battle, Levi knew there was still a considerable gap between him and the opponent.
Although they might not have cultivated as many breathing techniques as Levi, their realms were beyond the realm of official knights. They did not have any obvious shortcomings.
