“Ackkk!” Alberto screamed.

Even Sung-Hoon, who had watched plenty of Gi-Gyu’s fights, exclaimed, “What kind of battle is this?!”

A storm was raging inside the Colosseum. The fight between the two angels was beyond anything conceivable by a mortal mind.

“Isn’t it more like a natural disaster?” Alberto mumbled and hurriedly used his skills. If this storm reached outside, it would be problematic. Normally, Alberto couldn’t have contained a battle of such colossal magnitude alone. However, he had the Colosseum—where the Italian association headquarters was located—on his side. Here existed countless protective barriers and mechanisms, and Alberto knew how to expertly and efficiently use every single one of them.

Moreover, several dozens of wings, which were previously aiding Alberto and Sung-Hoon, were flying around the outer walls of the Colosseum. They were El’s wings, which had formed a powerful barrier to help Alberto do this job.

But, of course, Alberto still needed further help.

Clunk!

“Are you okay?” Sung-Hoon had just deflected a piece of some wall that had been on its way to Alberto.

“Thanks!” Alberto replied haphazardly, utterly focused on executing his skill.

The area outside...