章 593: The Tournament of Champions - First Round (19)

''Luna...?'' Isaac's eyes widened in shock. He felt an immense amount of anger. However, at the same time, confusion.

The player's avatar shouldn't feel pain without specially modifying the pain settings. Luna's pain settings were at zero. Ever since she was bedridden in the hospital, she had hated the pain.

Now, she was crying while holding her red shaded cheek. The audience, and everyone watching from the Four Seasons looked at the scene with confusion. Why was this happening to her?

At the Snowflower Residence, Luna's parents, and Marshall gathered in the living room to watch the match.

''L-Luna!'' Mariah shouted, her hands trembling as she covered her mouth.

''T-This bastard...'' Marshall's eyes turned crimson as rage filled every fiber of his being—like someone opened the faucet, and the rage in the form of water droplets poured down.

Sin tightened his fists. His eyes were ice-cold.

In Whitelock Residence.