The vortex grew larger and larger, its pull so fierce that even high in the air, Trom felt as though he were about to be dragged into the abyss at its center.
Moreover, the incessant roars rising from beneath the ocean made Trom vaguely uneasy.
Trom understood that this was likely an even more terrifying existence than the two sea trolls he had encountered before.
Those sea trolls had already been difficult enough to deal with. Trom did not want to go through that again, nor did he want to waste his strength dealing with a crisis created by the Boundless Arena itself.
The best choice now was to end the match quickly. As long as Onassis was eliminated and conceded defeat, Trom would not have to face this sea troll that was about to reveal itself.
With that thought, Trom turned his gaze toward where Onassis had been.
"Hm?" Confusion flashed through Trom's eyes. When he looked over, he saw only a great deal of shattered Floating Ice, with no sign of Onassis.
Trom turned his head back and forth, trying to find his opponent's trail.
"Onassis is badly injured right now. He shouldn't have enough strength left to run away. Where could he be?" Trom scanned the area for a while before finally finding Onassis.
But the instant he looked over, his pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes went wide.
Onassis was still in that miserable state, unable to move. Yet under the vortex's pull, he was falling toward it at tremendous speed.
Onassis's absolute defense had already been broken. Once he was dragged into the vortex, he would very likely perish!
Onassis's gentlemanly conduct earlier had already earned Trom's respect. Therefore, Onassis dying was not something Trom wanted to see.
"Hurry up and concede!" Trom could not