Northern mountains of Mint City
"Do you think he can survive?" Old Man, floating in the air, looked at Levi beside him and asked slowly.
Levi watched the flickering arena in the image and the radiance filling it. After a brief silence, he said slowly, "That scattered power isn't enough to deal any significant damage to that big guy. In fact, he's still at an absolute disadvantage."
Hearing this, Old Man paused slightly and said hoarsely, "Then do you think a turning point will still appear?"
This time, Levi fell silent for a long while.
"That young guy's built pretty well too," the Bald Man behind them said, rubbing his head. "It's a little hard for him to fight that big guy, but if he just charges hard enough, he should be able to win. Why do all this? Just charge at him."
Levi and Old Man both fell silent for a moment.
Inside the arena
The blazing radiance ultimately failed to break through the green lightning barrier.
Wistain raised his hand and tore apart the barrier from within. He looked ahead, and a savage roar echoed between heaven and earth. "Kid, you're dead!"
But what greeted him was a dazzling scarlet radiance, so intense it seemed like divine punishment descending from the heavens, carrying a sharpness that could break through anything.
Wistain looked up and saw the outline of a colossal scarlet giant gradually taking shape behind that radiance.
"Heh, comparing sizes? Childish tricks."
Wistain sneered at the sight. His entire body shot into the sky and swelled with the wind, rapidly growing enormous until he too became a towering green giant formed of mist.
He was even a little taller than that scarlet giant.
He laughed heartily, raised his fist, and smashed it straight toward the sharp