The outcome went without saying. Of course, the twenty-five-year-old Lambo won.
A minute or two later.
Ryuen Kakeru lay motionless on the ground, his entire body charred black from the electricity.
As for the twenty-five-year-old Lambo, the Ten-Year Rocket's five-minute limit had run out, turning him back into a five-year-old child.
He plopped down on the ground and started picking his nose again. Looking around, he noticed Ryuen Kakeru lying on the ground, then looked at Leviathan, who had also been blasted into the wall across from him.
He could not make sense of the situation at all.
He scratched the afro on top of his head.
"Did I win?"
"That was amazing, Lambo!" Tsunayoshi Sawada ran upstairs excitedly and scooped the bewildered Lambo into his arms.
"Huh? I won?"
"Yes, you won." Tsunayoshi Sawada beamed brightly.
That radiant smile infected Lambo. He stared blankly for a moment before turning his head aside and letting out a tsundere snort, crossing his arms over his chest with his tiny hands. "Then hurry up and thank me! When we get back, I want Mom's tomahawk steak, and you have to give me your portion too."
Holding Lambo in his arms, Tsunayoshi Sawada said helplessly, "All right, all right, it's all yours. Eat as much as you want."
And so, Tsunayoshi Sawada carried Lambo away from the scene.
After all, the match was over. What was the point of staying here?
Leviathan was also carried away by his two teammates: the effeminate Lussuria and that blond-haired prince.
Akasaka likewise came over to Ryuen Kakeru, who had been knocked down by the electricity. He crouched beside him and poked him with a branch he had picked up from somewhere. "Still alive?"
Ryuen Kakeru lay facedown on the ground and squeezed out the last of