Child of the Fallen God's expression froze. He was kicked squarely in the face, his body flying backward, with some blood scattered in the air.
For him, this was unacceptable—a "newcomer," the junior disciple of one of his defeated opponents, had actually landed such a kick on his face!
This wasn't just defeat or a minor loss—it was an extreme humiliation.
He was an ancient king, an undefeated legend who killed the Three-Crowned King, conquered prodigious ones in an era, dominated the Immortal Ancient, and stood supreme. Yet today, he suffered disgrace.
If he hadn't taken that legendary step forward or faced another ancient king, it would be understandable. But now, facing a mere youth of this current era, to be kicked in the face was completely unimaginable.
"Beautifully done! Crisp and clean!" In the distance, Little Bunny screamed with excitement, hopping up and down while waving tiny fists.
