"Is that... Kasisomi?" Onassis looked at the enormous phantom behind Trom, curiosity and scrutiny flashing in his eyes.
"Yes. It is Kasisomi, and also my closest friend." Because Onassis had behaved with considerable gentlemanly fairness in their earlier match, Trom did not begrudge him an answer.
Trom slowly took a step forward. Ice Edge gathered once more like a Rain of Blades, while a voice carrying immense gravitas came from Trom's mouth. "I still can't fully control its power. Be careful."
The moment his words fell, there was a boom, and Trom's figure suddenly vanished.
Just as the spectators were still searching in confusion for Trom's whereabouts, Onassis was suddenly knocked from the low air above the sea and driven into the water, sending up a spray more than ten meters high.
Trom had somehow appeared behind Onassis.
This was practically—teleportation!
After Onassis was struck into the depths of the sea, Trom vanished again. Just one or two seconds later, water splashed up once more as Trom directly launched Onassis from beneath the water into the sky!
As Onassis lost control of his body and continued rising, Trom once again appeared at his side with a bizarre, teleportation-like speed.
The phantom behind Trom raised its head and gave a long cry. It swung its four hooves, carrying tremendous force, and fiercely stomped on Onassis's chest, sending Onassis plummeting toward the sea again.
This time, everyone clearly saw the golden light around Onassis gradually thinning, even beginning to waver.
Over the next minute, the arena became entirely Trom's stage.
Every movement he made carried no trace of fanfare, yet he would directly appear at Onassis's side. Amid such rapid, repeated shifts, not only did he display the effect of teleportation, but he also left countless afterimages in the air, on the