Chapter 195: Gray Dust

"In your palm? What nonsense?" Klein found Diablo's answer ridiculous.

"Yeah, Ralph was at least six feet. There's no way you have him in your palms!" The audience showed discontent as well.

But Diablo said nothing and just raised his right hand in front of him, his fist still closed.

"This…" Diablo turned his hand vertical and slowly opened his fist from which came out a handful of gray dust, falling on the stage.

"Is your Ralph!"

Everyone had no clue what Diablo meant but one person in the audience finally said something. "Are those ashes?"

Diablo snapped and pointed his finger to the guy who said that. "That's my boy. He is right, these are ashes."

"So you killed Ralph?" Klein asked from the Mic.

Diablo nodded. "Yeah. I killed him. This was a fight to the death right and I won. What's the big deal?"

"Wh-What, when… how did you kill Ralph in just a few seconds?" Ellen asked, wiser than none.