There was a dead silence from the audience, followed by a buzz of murmurs like the tide spreading.
"What happened?"
"Young Master Badri… why did he suddenly…"
Most of the dwarves didn't see the process clearly. In their eyes, the lord announced the start, Little Badri took a step forward, and immediately the armor disintegrated, the axe blade fell, and the valiant young master was nearly naked, stiff on the stage.
Yet among the crowd, a few keen-eyed or well-positioned warriors and old adventurers wore expressions full of disbelief and shock.
"It's that Puki!" An old dwarf with gray beard explained hoarsely to his confused companion beside him, "At the start of the fight, it flipped over from above Little Badri's head, tentacle gripping a dagger... I couldn't see the specific actions, but the young master's armor, all connections were cut open almost simultaneously!"
