Chapter 83 : Duel (2)
"Is he… dead?"
"It was obvious Commander Bismarck was going to win. He's too strong."
The murmurs spread through the audience like wildfire.
The entire arena was covered in a thick cloud of dust, obscuring the view.
Within the haze, a faint silhouette could be seen… unmoving, still. Then, a much larger shadow emerged from within, tearing through the dust with a single mighty step.
Bismarck instinctively shuddered.
His muscles tensed as he took a step back, every instinct screaming for him to prepare for whatever was coming next.
From the smoke, the Great Bear appeared.
Its massive frame towered over the commander, eyes glowing faintly.
The earth beneath its paws trembled with each step. And right there, lying motionless behind it, was Axton.
Bismarck froze, unsure what to make of what he was seeing. The Great Bear had materialized out of nowhere, like a phantom summoned from thin air.
"What the hell…?" he muttered.
