"G~~~!"
The energetic voice rang out through the smoke and dust.
After releasing the power accumulated within his body, the old man who had looked on the verge of death, Lao G, had transformed into a tall, mighty muscleman.
Whoosh!
Lao G, now a muscleman, swung his arm.
The smoke and dust that had yet to fully spread was pushed aside by the gust generated by his sweeping arm.
To outsiders, however, it looked as though Lao G had torn the smoke and dust in half with his bare hands, revealing his figure.
Maud slowly came to a stop and calmly sized up the changes in Lao G's body.
As people aged, their bodily functions gradually weakened.
Their bones, muscles, and even internal organs... all slowly deteriorated.
It was an unavoidable form of decay inherent to life.
Yet Lao G could use a skill resembling qigong to forcibly reverse this inevitable process, even causing physical changes in his body.
But Maud knew that this transformation from old age to youth was temporary.
That suddenly made him think of a question.
If Lao G squandered all this power, would it affect his subsequent gains?
Thinking of this, Maud grew concerned.
If a purple epic-grade prey were downgraded to blue rare-grade, that was not an outcome he wanted to see.
Without realizing it, Maud had already determined his odds of victory.
Lao G, naturally, knew nothing of this.
He clenched his wok-sized fists and coldly stared at Maud, who had stopped.
After releasing his reserves, the power within his body surged toward his limbs like a rushing current, awaiting only an outlet...
"G-imprint~~~!"
His habit of announcing his techniques before attacking, along with deliberately drawing out the end of every sentence, had become part of Lao G's life over the long years.