The fight ended within a single second. Everyone was lying down unconscious whereas Yashin had his head planted into the ground. Switzer, on the other side, came to a kneeling pose. He kept panting, "Pant, pant, pant, pant…!"
While staring at me, he ran an analysis in his head, 'That kick earlier was no joke. But it's also clear that he didn't display even a percentage of his power. As days go on, my picture of him keeps surpassing that of my master…, Krisillis.
By the time we reach 25th earth, some of us will have to compete in RPC to save face. Lord Adrian will participate for sure. If so, my master will also step in for a big clash. And if that happens, it would be impossible to guess the victor!'
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The scene shifted to a hall of ten wooden tables with five chairs each. Members of the creed filled the place. It was so noisy with the waiters and waitresses serving wooden bowls of orange rice and meat pieces on top. They were also serving jars full of booze.