Before Chris could finish his sentence, the Estrarian boxer launched a punch at him.
The punch appeared casual, but it twisted the air, creating an immensely terrifying atmosphere within the Curse.
Chris stood there blankly, not countering or even saying anything more. Suddenly, his entire body stiffened as he fell backward, lying in a pool of blood.
The Estrarian boxer had a scornful look, using broken Darsian to say, "What a trash..."
The thunderous cheers and clamor from outside suddenly fell silent.
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