CHAPTER 867
To say that the spectators were shocked would be a massive understatement.
The entirety of the clash had unfolded with such blistering speed that the onlookers struggled to keep track, their eyes darting frantically from side to side in a vain attempt to follow the light-speed exchange.
The combatants had been moving across the coliseum like flickering blurs, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint an individual unless they remained stationary for a fraction of a second.
Occasionally, the tempo would slow just enough for the observers to catch a fleeting glimpse of the carnage.
Throughout the struggle, every soul in the arena had been on edge, waiting with bated breath to see when Orion would finally launch a definitive counterattack against his relentless opponents.
Surprisingly, however, that moment of reprieve for the hybrid never seemed to arrive.
Grey and his coordinated team were keeping the monster on his toes.
