BOOM!
CRACK!
A loud, sickening sound echoed through the arena as Caius's head snapped backward.
"Eldest Prince Caius!"
A gasp escaped someone's lips in the crowd as everyone froze, swallowing hard.
Back on the platform, Theron stood tall, his golden eyes blazing. He had Caius by the hair, gripping his head tightly. Despite the blow, Caius's skull began to mend almost instantly, his expression calm—unnervingly calm.
"Come on," Caius muttered, his voice low and defiant. A chill spread through the spectators.
The truth was undeniable—Theron was stronger. Not by a small margin, but by a mile.
Caius's strength rivaled that of a high-level Galaxy Realm being…
But Theron? He stood at the very peak of it.
The outcome seemed clear to everyone watching.
"Hahaha… come on, then?" Theron laughed, though his eyes narrowed as he studied Caius's unflinching face.
