Capítulo 770: Hurled

Atticus's eyes snapped open, his aura calm.

His right hand gripped his katana tightly as his piercing blue eyes scanned his surroundings.

He found himself standing at the edge of… nowhere.

'This is the next arena.' Atticus thought.

The land was barren, with jagged cracks running through the parched earth. There were no obstacles— no mountains, no hills, no hovering platforms. The entire area was completely flat, and the skies were clear.

As always, Atticus performed a brief inspection of himself.

'Nothing is missing.'

His mana was stable and unrestricted. All his elements were intact, and the same went for his flags. Atticus was already clad in his exo suit, his guard raised.

'The superior race apexes are dangerous.'

After his fight with Carius, Atticus had quickly come to this conclusion. He had won due to certain favorable circumstances, but the same might not apply with others.