Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1858

Chapter 1858

In an instant, the entire arena was bathed in the sun-like radiance. The force behind Severin's punch could

rival that of a dragon, and it engulfed Janik with its characteristic explosive power. Janik was covered in goosebumps as soon as the True-Sun Fist's grasp drowned him, and a sense of impending doom began to creep in.

Severin's attack prompted Janik to concentrate all his spiritual energy in front of him, forming a

protective shield. "How is he so strong?" he cursed, and his intensifying anger continued to fuel his desire to kill Severin. Unfortunately, Janik soon discerned a faint cracking sound emanating from his spiritual

shield.

"This is bad!" Before he could react, the protective shield crumbled, and the True-Sun Fist shattered it completely as it delivered a devastating blow. Janik's arm was broken at the shoulder, and his shoulder blade was exposed.

He spat blood and said tremblingly, "The T-T-True-Sun F-Fist!" bore witness to Severin's overwhelming

strength.

Janik, known for defeating two level nine royal saints single-handedly, felt overwhelmingly inadequate in the face of Severin's prowess. For a brief moment, he was given a fright when he sensed a rather strong murderous intent.

Being a great elder meant that he ranked the highest among all the Gahrrs' elders. He had earned that rank by swiftly dispatching two level nine royal saints at the same time, yet he found himself dwarfed in comparison to Severin's ability

He was never one to willingly put himself in a disadvantageous situation, especially not when it entailed having to risk his life. That feeling was much stronger after his arm had been crushed and he suffered a reduction of his combat power. Severin's dominance had left an indelible trauma in him, and he did not

think twice about wanting to admit defeat.

"I conc-" Before Janik could finish his admission, his body disintegrated under the impact of the True- Sun Fist. All that was left of him was a mist of blood that evaporated into the air. Severin had gone in for the kill, and a blinding ray of sunlight was all that Janik saw in his last moments.

The spectators were gripped with astonishment, shock, and disbelief. Volces murmured in the crowd.

"Is Janik dead?"

"How could the Gahrrs' esteemed Great Elder be defeated so easily?"

"This is unbelievable! Severin's strength is beyond comprehension!"

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"Is this... Is this Severin's true strength? He ended Janik's life with a single move!"

"This is horrifying! Just look at that relaxed expression on Severin's face. The Gahrrs are going to find

themselves in a tricky situation right now."

A winner had been decided after only a few exchanges. The Gahrrs elders, many of whom harbored. hostility towards Severin, shuddered after being shaken by the sight of Janik's demise.

Thorold, whom the Gahrrs placed their hopes on, showed an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes. "1 didn't think he could defeat the great elder. It looks like I will have to go all out when I face him," he muttered as his murderous intent toward Severin became more pronounced.

Over on the Lischalts's end, Jangar set aside his book and stared at Severin in equal parts shock and fear. "When did such a powerful individual show up in Nontwo City? The surprises unfolding in this edition of the tournament are making things much more interesting!"