Chapter 179. Divide Team for Competition

Boom!

The resonant crash echoed not once, but twice.

With an ear-splitting noise, the pillar above was swiftly shattered by Abner's robust figure, leaving behind an eye-catching, man-shaped hole. Were it not for Abner's stature as a grandmaster, enduring such relentless shockwaves would have undoubtedly left him grievously injured, if not dead.

However, being the grandmaster that he is, even after being momentarily dizzied by Benjamin's onslaught, Abner hurriedly crawled out from the debris. His eyes, now tainted with a touch of rage, locked fiercely onto Benjamin.

But just as Abner saw Benjamin's figure beginning to fade away, he couldn't help but cry out in haste: "Stop... hold on. I agree to your terms. Both sides will choose ten fighters, and whoever wins more than five matches emerges victorious. What do you say?"

Hearing Abner's plea, Benjamin momentarily paused. Yet his gaze briefly swept over Abner's ragged form, a smirk pulling at the corn