"Ahhhh!!!" A gut-wrenching scream filled with pain and agony resounded in the middle of the arena, causing everyone to pause in their fights and quickly locate the source.
A moment later, their eyes fell upon Wind Chaser Valrian, who was kneeling on the floor with his eyes widened as he looked at where his hands were supposed to be, tears streaming down his face.
"Ouch." The other participants felt a chill run down their spines before the feeling in their hearts turned to pity. He wasn't from one of those many warlock clans—regenerating arms was not a simple task.
The so-called fastest man in the coast of Sky City had been crippled.
Now the question was: who in their right mind had crippled such a terrifyingly talented individual? The eyes of the crowd drifted around the arena until they fell upon a young lady with white hair and a beautiful blue sword at her side, unsheathed.
