Chapter 1674

The sound of thuds echoed continuously, filling the air with a relentless rhythm. Both Sebastian and Lancelot fought with simple yet lightning-fast techniques. For those below the Holy Lord Realm, their movements were impossible to track. All they could see were two blurred figures locked in a fierce and unrelenting struggle. "Tibor, who do you think will win?" Wilbur asked anxiously while looking at Tibor. Tibor's expression was grave, and his brows tightly furrowed. "It's hard to say right now. The situation doesn't look promising." Hearing this, the crowd's mood turned somber. Even those who hated Sebastian and wished to see him torn apart felt the tension. They knew now wasn't the right time for such thoughts. The battle raged on with lightning-fast strikes, and half a quarter-hour passed with no clear victor. The spectators, especially the younger generation, gained a newfound respect for Sebastian's strength. They had assumed that Lancelot's appearance would quickly lead to