"Let's continue watching then, Miss 'So sure' Alya." Trevor said as he looked back at the match.
Alya scoffed. "Who cares about your stupid bet?"
In the sky-ring land, Sultan teleported right in front of Asher with an unfollowable flicker. With his hand above his head, he had prepared to strike when his eyes turned disoriented. It was unsure whether it was because of his loss of focus at the critical moment, or that Asher was just holding back his true strength till now, because Sultan was immediately knocked unconscious under the brunt of Asher's strike.
BOOM!
From there, in the eyes of the audience, things moved too fast to believe.
Leap, jump. The fight was over... What?
"..." A loud pitch rung in their ears as they looked down.
"So he was holding back...? And on top of that, he now knows all there is about the third strongest of your division. Tough luck Oliver my man." William laughed.
