Soon, a commotion erupted.
"Aochulov is back!"
"Let's hear what he has to say!"
"How did David manage to kill you? What skill did he use?"
Amidst the countless inquiries from those around, the many powerful figures hidden in secret rooms of the arena couldn't help but channel their Divine Power, focusing on the quasi-divine Aochulov.
They were just as baffled as everyone else—how did David manage to wipe out the entire field with a single move?
Yet in the end, Aochulov simply stared blankly, his eyes wide with confusion. If he had harbored any doubts about David before, now he was consumed by sheer terror!
Who wouldn't feel fear in the face of such unknown power??
"I… I don't know."
His voice was hoarse as he mumbled, trembling all over.
It was as if he had been scared out of his wits.
Aochulov wasn't completely clueless; he at least knew he had experienced a feeling.
