"After just a few months, you little brat have gotten a lot stronger!"
Lao G pressed a hand over the gaping wound in his waist and abdomen, blood pouring endlessly from it. His two steel-reinforced legs rooted themselves into the rubber ground as white currents swirled around him, blurring and warping the air.
His mountain-like muscles swelled and contracted as though breathing, stretching the lightning-patterned stripes on his skintight combat suit taut.
"G!" Lao G let out a short, breath-held cry.
The savage, torn-through wound abruptly compressed inward as his muscles contracted, forcibly sealing the bloody hole shut.
Naturally, Conrad would not stand idly by and let him tend to his injuries.
The moment Lao G paused to catch his breath, the cold, lethal spearpoint had already arrived.
The instant it met softness, it was like storm clouds gathering beneath a downpour, lightning flashing and striking in an endless black tide.
"Bullshit! Strength is something I was born with—it keeps growing inside me every single moment! You old dog! Take this... Whale-Slaying Cloud-Dispersing Spear!"
Lao G had no choice but to burst with force through his arms, repeatedly twisting his body to evade, hoping to dodge this assault before counterattacking.
But he quickly realized he had been wrong, because Conrad would not stop.
The spear advanced without retreat, attacking with lightning-like ferocity and entangling without end like clouds and rain.
It drove Lao G back without pause, all the way to the amusement park wall, until there was nowhere left to retreat.
Conrad moved with his spear, thrust after thrust, showing not the slightest sign of weakening. Instead, his eyes gleamed.
He seemed to grow more excited the longer he fought, as though he would not stop until he either skewered Lao G to death or exhausted himself to death.