The silence that followed was as though the whole world had been completely destroyed in an instant.
Everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look at Ricky and see how he would react.
Tyson and Kristen grew silent, their sorrow for Grace remaining in their eyes. Hoffman also felt sorry for her, as she had a link with Kristen whom he had been pursuing for years.
Ricky was silent.
But everyone could feel an infinite frostiness in him, which extremely terrified them. Ricky's eyes grew bloodshot, quivering so intensely that nobody knew exactly where he was looking at, which terrified them even more.
If they looked closely at Ricky, they would see blood running from Ricky's clenched fists as he dug his fingernails deep into his palms.
Even though Ricky remained silent, there seemed to be an extremely crazy beast clawing its way out of him.
"Plop!" Tears fell from Ricky's eyes onto the competition platform. He fell to his knees, still silent.
Out of everyone here, he had been the closest to her.
Grace, his dearest master, had died in front of him in this way. There was nothing he could do but watch this happen, which made him racked with guilt.
He hated himself for his inability to activate the mysterious axe in the Soul Sea within his body, for his inaction on deterring Grace from fighting and for his countless other shortcomings.
"Master..." he uttered hoarsely. All the grief and guilt he felt turned into this single word.
Right now, all that occupied his mind was that what he could do to make Grace come back to life. He had forgotten about everything except this in his current mind, or he would be distracted by the fact of Kinsey killing Grace. He would take revenge on him, but not just yet. It wouldn't bring Grace back, and she was all that mattered at that moment.
Ricky's willpower grew weak. He felt lost; directionless.
In tackling difficulties in martial arts, he had always had strong willpower and great perseverance. But when it came to the select few that he loved, he had a sensitive heart and could become very emotionally affected.
But this could be said about most warriors. They were still human, after all.
Looking at the Grace's frozen, stiff body which was about to fragment completely, Ricky felt numb with grief, with the trembling of his eyes being the only motion of his body.
It was a testament to how deeply Ricky felt about her.
"Grace, see how worthwhile your death is. How sorrowful your disciple is! He seems to forget who and where he is," Kinsey said indifferently after turning his head to look at Ricky and then at Grace's frozen body.
"But Grace, it's such a pity that you won't know all this since you are now dead. You will never be able to know or achieve anything ever again. Ha-ha!"
Kinsey's laughter broke the shocked silence.
"Ricky, don't worry. You will soon reunite with your master in hell. As you know, I usually refuse to be a bad guy and do evil deeds, especially when it comes to separating people who belong together. Ha-ha!"
"Kinsey, you have already killed Grace; now stop being so arrogant! It won't give you any benefit at all!"
Hoffman couldn't tolerate Kinsey's arrogance and shouted at him after seeing Ricky turn a deaf ear to Kinsey's words. "If you keep being this way, all your friends and allies will desert you one day!"
"Ha-ha! Deserted? Hoffman, do you really think that I have a soft heart? Well, let me tell you this. Your prediction won't even happen, because the only person that I trust is myself. Everyone else is for survival, for advantage, for need!"
"You shameless bastard!" Hoffman shouted, his face growing dark and murderous.
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