“Splash!”
Olivier fell from the skies, slamming down into the waters of the river and kicking up an enormous geyser of water.
“Elder brother!” Blumer, who had been watching at the riverbank, roared loudly, while at the same time charging directly towards the location in the water where Olivier had fallen.
The millions of spectators were simply too numerous. Many of the people at the distant edges couldn’t even see Olivier and the Monolithic Sword Saint do battle. They could only overhear what the people in front were saying about what had just happened. Instantly, the millions of onlookers began to murmur.
The difference between the two was simply too enormous!
After all, Haydson continued to stand there, as though he hadn’t been injured at all.
“Master Linley, Olivier lost?” Emperor Johann said questioningly to Linley, by his side.
