Everything in the arena returned to normal.
Everyone stared at Veron, frozen into an ice sculpture, as if they had all been intimidated into standing there dumbfounded, unable to move.
"Did he lose?"
Olga watched the scene, feeling regretful, yet for some reason, an indescribable sadness welled up inside her.
Even Olga herself found this sadness inexplicable.
"Is this what it feels like to grieve for the rabbit when the fox dies?"
Olga smiled bitterly.
The others exchanged glances as they looked at Luo Zhen, who had achieved a complete victory, and remained silent.
Surrounded by Irori, Yaya, and Koko, Luo Zhen threw the glove in his hand in front of Veron, who had been frozen into an ice sculpture.
"You're indeed very strong. Although you're ranked one hundredth, you truly possess the strength to contend for a place among the 'Thirteen.'"
That was Luo Zhen's acknowledgment.
Sleipnir's Magic Circuits were actually an extremely high-level type.
Back then, Luo Zhen had seen through this Automaton Doll's Magic Circuits with the power of Mind's Eye, and had repeatedly marveled at them.
They were Magic Circuits capable of manipulating distance.
"By shortening the distance, one can reach the enemy in a single step, no matter how far apart they are."
"By lengthening the distance, one can nullify the enemy's attacks, causing all their power to strike empty air."
"The reason he possessed speed akin to teleportation was precisely this. Yaya's kick failing to connect earlier was for the same reason."
Veron's ultimate technique was also an application of this magic.
"By shortening the distance between yourself and your opponent before throwing a punch, if the distance is reduced to one percent, the speed of the fist passing through that distance will increase a hundredfold, and its impact will reach ten thousand times