Chapter 424: Uncrowned King (2/2)

The Einherjar Lance was lighted up by a gush of energy from Wang Tong as it charged at the unwitting Patroclus.

”KOM!”

Blood spilled out from Patroclus's silver jacket as he dropped the Deva Lance. Patroclus lowered his head to study the golden lance buried in his chest. Mouth gaping, Patroclus's head lolled to one side, and he collapsed to the ground.

The invincible Prince, the perfect human, the son of the god had fallen without a sound. With his fall, the hope of all Ivantians followed suit.

How was that possible?

Wang Tong was piratically defeated! He was defenseless!

Overwhelming nausea came over Wang Tong. He stumbled a few steps but was able to stand on both feet in the end. By then, Wang Tong was unconscious, but a voiced at the back of his skull called out to him, reminding him to stand still.

After a few seconds of reverential silence, a tsunami of cheers erupted.

The euphoria of every Earthling was beyond description. This victory belonged to everyone from the Earth!

The outcome of the match had taken the wind out of Rockefeller. He slumped in his chair as he was still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Had an einherjar failed to defeat a level-six warrior?

What had just happened?

The same question rang inside of every Ivantian's mind. ”Why?”

They were so close to victory, yet so far.

The flame inside Andres Dower's eyes turned into cold ashes. The dream of the Dower was crushed and stomped upon by a seventeen-year-old fledgling.

The arena had turned into a sea of colors and celebration.

Karl was so ecstatic that he couldn't even speak.

”B...B...Boss! You're...are the BEST!” Karl took off his shirt and whirled it in the air.

Ma Xiaoru and Zhou Sisi embraced each other in sheer excitement. It wasn't easy for them to watch the match; every minute felt like a torture.

In stark contrast with the Earthlings, all Ivantians drooped down their heads, and many were sobbing.

The pride and confidence of all Ivantians had collapsed with Patroclus.

Never before had the Ivantians felt the presence of the Blade Warrior overshadow, if not entirely subdue their existence.

Li Shiming watched Wang Tong thoughtfully. Perhaps Wang Tong's performance had made him accept Li Feng's decision, and perhaps he had even seen some of his ancestor inside Wang Tong.

The Martians were not sure which side they should be on. After all, their combatants had all but failed.

”The Living Lance of Soul Essence!” Michaux shouted.

”What the hell is that?” Lie Jian rebutted bitterly. How much had he wished that it was him standing at the center of the stage right then?

Michaux Odin didn't spare him an explanation; he knew that the brute would not appreciate a wee-bit of what he had to say. Instead, he applauded for Wang Tong as well as Patroclus. Deep down, the young divine master knew that the real struggle between Wang Tong and Patroclus had just begun.