BOOM–BOOM–BOOM!!
A torrent of fiery weapons exploded onto Raven's figure like a divine judgment.
The entire arena shook under the overwhelming force.
If this tower were normal, only a crumbled mess would be left after that attack.
But it wasn't.
The barrier around the arena was still active, not a scratch on its surface.
However, no one was looking at that.
Everyone's eyes were stuck on the spot where Raven was standing.
A massive cloud of dust and smoke rose, blinding the arena for a few precious seconds.
Cheers erupted.
Some already stood, their fists pumping, convinced Raven had been crushed.
But then—
A sudden gust of wind swept the dust aside.
The crowd fell silent.
Raven was still standing.
Kneeling slightly, steam rising from his body as black dragon scales shimmered along his forearms—tattered and cracked.
Beneath the broken scales, the flesh had burned away. Bone gleamed in places where skin should've been.
