A dark energy pulsed in Nox's fingertips, and the two teams flinched back, their eyes filled with dread. Though the dark energy was only pulsating slightly, Gerald and the red-haired boy, alongside their teammates, felt an ominous aura emanating from it.
"Why are they reacting like this?" one man from the audience stands couldn't help but frown, seeing the scene from their point of view, which only showed Nox extending his arm. For a moment, they even thought this was some sort of mind-control skill.
The lord of Windsor Town narrowed his eyes, anger flashing across his face as he spat in a disappointed voice, "This bastard... it's just one person! Why are they all scared—" The lord trailed off as he noticed the dark pulse slowly converging on Nox's fingertip. Because of the distance between the screen and the spectator seats, most others couldn't see the screen clearly.
