Alex looked at the countless attacks rushing toward him and casually tossed another piece of popcorn into his mouth.
The entire valley trembled.
Thousands of geniuses attacked at the exact same moment. Sword lights tore through the sky like meteor showers. Spears pierced forward with enough force to shatter mountains. Chains and whips slithered through the air like venomous dragons. Energy beams distorted space itself as they surged toward him from every direction.
And the terrifying part was the synchronization.
No one got in each other's way.
No one mistimed their attacks.
No one held back.
Their humiliation had united them more perfectly than any alliance ever could.
For the first time since the tournament began, every participant shared the exact same goal.
Beat the living hell out of this bastard.
The spectators outside widened their eyes.
Even the Supremes leaned forward slightly.
"Interesting," one of them muttered.
