The Weight of Pride
"Pfft…"
Unsurprisingly, Lavish was severely injured by a single strike and was sent flying hundreds of meters away. Blood sprayed through the air in an arc before his body crashed violently against the ground.
Boom!
The impact shook the earth.
Dust exploded outward.
Broken stone scattered in every direction.
For a few moments—
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Even the wind seemed to stop moving.
Lavish lay within the crater, his body trembling slightly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as a burning pain spread through his chest and lungs.
His vision blurred.
The sky above looked distant.
He had lost.
He had lost completely.
Lavish's expression was ugly beyond words.
He couldn't believe it.
He simply couldn't.
He had entered this battle carrying confidence and pride.
As the successor of Prison Holy Sect, he had always stood above countless geniuses.
People praised him.
Feared him.
Respected him.
Yet now...
