"Yea, talking to arrogant Nine Continents men like this one here is just a waste of time!" The Raksasa soldiers couldn't conceal their excitement as none of them would believe that Darryl had the skill to dodge the punch, and were all thrilled waiting for Darryl's inevitable death. The merchants from the Nine Continents in the distance turned their head around and looked away while Cheyenne gasped and covered her eyes without realizing. In her mind, Darryl might have been the sworn brother of her master, but with such severe injury, how could he possibly withstand a punch that powerful?

Baam! Just as everyone else at the scene were caught in their own thoughts, the two figures that belonged to Darryl and Batu connected, sending out a wave of earth-shaking vibration.

"Ugh..." A muffled grunt was heard from Batu before he was sent flying into the distance until he hit the pile of stack over a hundred meters away, choking in his own blood. Batu paled and sweat started to form on his face