"BOOM"
After Tony's second punch landed, the entire Sky Arena fell into a silence… so deep it felt like a funeral.
Thousands of eyes were fixed on a single scene— Edward Smith, Ninth Prince of the Imperial Family, staggering like a broken puppet, blood trailing from his lips, a tooth lying somewhere on the arena floor like a silent witness to his humiliation.
Then—
The silence shattered.
"What… what did I just see?!"
"That was a Grandmaster!!!"
"He didn't even use life force!!!"
"That's impossible… that's completely impossible!!!"
The crowd erupted into chaos, voices rising in disbelief, confusion, and a growing sense of fear. Just moments ago, they had been mocking Tony, calling him useless, laughing at his arrogance. Now, those same people were stepping back unconsciously, their eyes no longer filled with ridicule—but caution.
Because something was wrong… Very wrong.
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