The dust had yet to settle, but the training grounds had fallen into a deathly silence.
All sound vanished in an instant.
The students stood frozen in place as if petrified, their eyes locked on the center of the field.
The massive, crimson body crashed to the ground, motionless.
And Roland, the one they had been certain would be crushed, just calmly shook his right hand as if he had done something trivial.
The air seemed to freeze.
Every face was a mask of utter, horrified disbelief.
"Gods above..."
Someone finally managed to squeeze out a raspy sound from their throat.
"One punch... It only took one punch..."
Another student subconsciously clutched his stomach as if feeling the blow himself.
"Freddy's sword... he sent it flying!"
The student who had previously questioned Roland's Power spoke in a voice hoarse with shock, his gaze fixed on the sword embedded in the ground.
A silent shockwave spread through the crowd.
