"What's wrong?"
"Two S-rankers are fighting!"
"Fighting? Here?"
"It's probably just a show of power between the S-ranks divisions!"
"But who'd dare fight at a party the president's organised himself?"
Maybe people who didn't know there was even an event going on in this part of Ansel.
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The invites clamoured and shuffled their way to the back so as to not be caught in a fight between two opposing powerhouses. The casualties they'd suffer would be worse than severe.
On the clearing just outside the venue, there was a one hundred meter crater in the ground with two visible people in it, and two others walking towards that crater.
Knowing that they were causing a scene, Asher's fist stopped above Apocalyph's calm and indifferent eyes as he sat above his stomach. To the white haired man, it was like he hadn't just been involved in a five hour fight .
