Miles Carter's arms, strained from exertion, caused the tiny blood vessels beneath his skin to rupture, leaking blood. It wasn't just his arms—every part of his body began to slowly seep blood, and he looked as though he had crawled out of a pool of blood.
Just moments ago, Miles Carter had been brimming with confidence, certain that Charles was doomed. Now, he was screaming in agony.
Only a short while ago, Miles Carter had been supported by countless Kingston viewers, eagerly anticipating the end of the battle. But now, he had curled into a ball, putting all his strength into crushing his own bones, as though trying to shatter every bone in his body with his arms.
Cursed Venom wriggled out from his arm, shrinking down to less than half a meter in length, completely different from the three-meter-long form it had taken earlier.
It was only then that Miles Carter managed to take a breath and did not lose consciousness completely.
