"How is that?" Iwan mumbled while still standing on his spot.
His question reverberated in the minds of the hundred thousand martial artists like a ringing bell.
The Crimson Raven was looking down as she stared at her hand, trembling like a leaf trapped in a gust of wind.
She was pushed five feet back.
'He has gotten powerful.' Till now she hadn't realized what it meant for her to be pushed back in front of her army of a hundred thousand martial artists, that too by the Truck-Kun who was more known as a thief.
"What is this? Is that guy more powerful than the Crimson Raven, The Leader of the Ice Raven Sect?" A martial artist spoke from within one of the five battalions.
Crimson Raven was ultimately the general of these five battalions and someone under her considering her enemy to be stronger, was equivalent to having traitorous thoughts.