What did humans look like when they fought?
Fists and feet against fists and feet?
Magic against magic?
Knives, spears, swords, clubs, whips, bows, and hammers against knives, spears, swords, clubs, whips, bows, and hammers?
Thanks to the widespread availability and diversification of tools, as well as so-called techniques and affinities, this sort of thing was filled with suspense.
Until the moment a real fight began, nobody could say for sure how everyone would fight.
It was perfectly normal for both sides to pull out two grenades and blow each other up on the spot.
However.
For snakes, which had neither limbs nor any suitability for using tools, things were far less complicated.
Especially when neither side had much practical interest in using special abilities to unleash all sorts of flashy moves, matters became even simpler and more violent...
Thus, the surrounding weaklings could only hear deafening booms and observe intensely colored radiance with their eyes. As for what had actually happened in more specific terms, they could only describe it as gaining nothing whatsoever. They had no idea what was going on.
If not for the Beast of Power peeling them away from reality on the material level, they would have been completely wiped out immediately, without even coming into contact with the so-called radiance and booms.
However, even with the Beast of Power's protection, this baffling yet awe-inspiring situation still left them instinctively confused. Their minds were filled with question marks...
For a time, only the Transcendent Stage Awakened and the upper echelons of the various major factions throughout the entire world could understand what was happening. The former relied entirely on their own strength, while the latter usually depended on various devices.
In their eyes, the struggle between the Beast of Power and Diagulaga could truly only