A sputtering young man was ejected.
Holden couldn't even orient himself properly. His feet stamped down, thinking that he was landing on solid ground, only to land right on his head instead.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, blood and water spewing out in a violet rouge mix that tore his throat to ribbons.
And then he lost consciousness.
Theron continued to stand on the platform, blinking at Holden's unconscious form as though surprised he was so weak. Then he looked to Rowan.
"Next?"
The silence was deafening.
Holden wasn't just any First Silver Resonance Mancer. He was ranked in the top 100 of them in the Obsidian Eclipse Sect, and top five within the Bordeaux Clan. But even the first-ranked of the Bordeaux Clan couldn't possibly defeat him so easily.
