Victor [11]

BANG!

August's body crashed against the far wall. It wasn't a sight that anyone wanted to see.

Blood shot out of his mouth, spraying into the air. That was something people were used to seeing. The real brutality was elsewhere.

The sheer force at which August hit the wall was enough to flatten a normal person.

His blood splattered all over it as his back was torn to shreds.

As he fell to the ground and collapsed on his knees, a wave of gasps dawned on the crowd.

August had been doing so well in this tournament that they'd forgotten what his actual strength level was.

He was able to fight against some of the weaker 4th class beings, but at this time, August was the only 3rd class participating at all.

After all, while the restrictions allowed anyone under 100 to participate, no sane person would send their weaker geniuses to compete.