Chapter 1650

Right then, Anders' body convulsed, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Instantly, his face turned pale, and the Frostflame Demonblade he was holding was thrust into the ground with a clang, used to support his slightly trembling body.

It was evident that Anders had been seriously injured in their last clash.

"What?"

The entire crowd was in shock at the scene before them. Their eyes were wide open, and everyone was in disbelief.

Anders had lost? How was that possible? Anders was the strongest of the four Gods of War, an enemy of thousands on the battlefield.

The power he displayed earlier had been comparable to that of an ultimate grandmaster. How could such a powerhouse be defeated?

Was Dustin really so strong that not even Anders matched him?

"You ... You've been hiding your true strength all along?"

Anders gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, looking incredulous. He had given it his all in the previous strike, thinking he could eliminate Logan eas