Chapter 888 The Tansing Prodigy

• "It's already over?" A stunned whisper rippled through the spectators, disbelief hanging in the air like drifting ash.
• Many were still blinking, trying to track what had happened, yet Willard lay crumpled at the far edge of the square.
• Jaziel smoothed a faint crease from his sleeve, the gesture lazy, contemptuous, as if swatting dust rather than an opponent. He had crushed fighters at the fourth stage of Divine Level. A mere Near-Divine Level opponent was never going to trouble him.