Lina stepped forward heavily, and a gigantic battle-axe appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Two identical auras erupted simultaneously from him and Heilding!
A violent shockwave tore across the entire arena. The people around them had no choice but to raise their hands to shield their faces, grit their teeth, and crouch low to keep from being blown away.
"What an incredible presence!"
"To unleash such tremendous power in a human body—who is that guy, anyway?"
Among a group of contestants huddled together, the fat strategist Dahgama from Prodians looked grave.
He glanced back at the king, who had only just begun charging up. Though King's Fist was absurdly powerful, spending an hour warming up and gathering strength was undoubtedly its greatest weakness in the arena.
"At this rate, there's no way we can hold out that long."
Dahgama clenched his fists. The strongest contestant he'd bribed, Brookili of the Long Leg Tribe, had been defeated the moment he entered the ring.
All that remained were a bunch of nobodies. There was no way they could protect the king from those two.
At that, he turned his gaze toward Bartolomeo at the edge of the arena.
"Hey! Cannibal, how about teaming up with us?"
Dahgama put on a friendly smile and called out, "You've seen it for yourself, right? Those two won't be easy to beat."
"We can team up to eliminate everyone else first, then fight over the final spot. What do you say?"
"—Oh?! So that's why you've all been huddling together."
Behind his barrier, Bartolomeo rubbed his chin with one hand, looking with interest at the tall, crown-wearing man surrounded by the others.
The king kept throwing punches as he hopped lightly from foot to foot. Wisps of heat visibly rose from his skin.
"Is