Because of a young man's unexpected entry, the fighting festival at the end of the century in 1999 had been destined to be different from the very beginning.
Originally, many spectators had complained. They did not merely want to watch individual performances by a select few; they wanted to see high-end Professionals bloom in all their glory, along with all manner of strange traits and abilities.
Of course, how many of them were simply upset that the betting had become too one-sided to make money—or that someone was too strong to be controlled or used to rig the odds—was another matter.
But now that the competition had reached this point, even the harshest spectators could not say their trip had been wasted.
"Is this... the battlefield of the Rule-level?!"
The moment Phil "came back from the dead," this battlefield had exceeded the level it was supposed to reach.
"Tyranny."
With the young man at its center, countless vines spread outward, lashing madly at everything around them.
But unlike the original version, this time, they were truly Whiplashing the earth.
Kinetic energy converted from "heat" gathered on the tendrils, while the phantom of the Two-Headed Snake cloaked the erupting barbarian god.
Sonic booms faintly echoed through the air. Wherever that outburst of brute force touched, the ground shattered into flying fragments like fragile ice cream.
The terrifyingly pure power erupted in mere seconds. In that instant, its might could have torn through city walls, steel, and giant beasts alike.
"Boring."
Yet his opponent, the black-haired woman, merely clapped lightly.
"Clang!"
The Demon Vines, once filled with brute force, turned soft. Before the young man's disbelieving eyes, great swathes of them crumbled apart.
But the distance forced open by that burst of brute strength was already enough for Lu PingAn to extend