CHAPTER 151:
"Trash!" Damon roared, the sheer force of his voice turning into a shockwave that blasted outward. "You think being a Rank 6 Survivor makes me scared of you? Go to hell!"
His massive body, clad in a layer of hardened metal, launched itself at the man in black armor.
The man only let out a contemptuous snort, clenching his fist tight, knuckles cracking, metal groaning under strain in a sound that grated against every nerve.
Damon swung a fist the size of an ancient tree stump straight at him.
But the man didn't flinch. He swung back immediately. No magic. No ability. Just the purest, most raw strength.
And then...
BAM!
A thunderous explosion rang out, the shockwave blasting in all directions and forcing everyone to stumble back.
Dust billowed up and swallowed the entire space, leaving everyone confused and desperate to know the outcome.
"Who... who won?"
