Everyone couldn't help but stagger from the sharp explosion. They covered their eyes from the wind and balanced themselves to prevent their bodies from being blown away.
However, their eyes remained at the battle.
After the explosion subsided, everyone could finally see the aftermath of the battle.
Despite seeing Elias have an overwhelming advantage, everyone watching couldn't help but have bated breaths over the eventual result.
Who had won? Who had lost? What had happened?
But they didn't have to be anxious for long.
Soon, under the sunlight, two figures revealed themselves to them.
Garuda, the Baron of Pride, stood with half of his body obliterated, leaving only his lower body standing upright like a statue.
Meanwhile, Elias Corleone was standing calmly seemingly tired. He looked at his broken left hand and covered it with his leather black gloves.
"I suppose it still isn't perfect yet,"
