"A frail-looking old man who could barely stand up to a gust of wind?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
"There must be more to him than meets the eye."
"I'll go first."
On the Chaos Ancient Clan's side, he was momentarily stunned when he saw the figure in the Arena.
Though his tone carried a hint of mockery, he did not dare let his guard down in the slightest.
Underestimate a powerhouse based on appearances?
That was an utterly foolish thing to do.
The very height of foolishness, at that.
Though the old man looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over, that was merely his appearance.
He had no idea how strong the old man actually was.
Only by testing him would he find out.
He slowly stepped out of the Chaos Ancient Clan's ranks, his figure gradually revealing itself beneath the Arena's light screen.
The first thing that came into view was his thick, reddish-brown fur, which covered him from the crown of his head to his toes like a naturally formed beast-hide cloak wrapped around his body.
The hairs were stiff and coarse as steel needles, each a full inch long, packed densely together and gleaming with a dull metallic sheen beneath the Arena's light screen.
Beneath the fur, the contours of knotted muscles were faintly visible, bulging one after another.
Like little hills buried beneath his skin, they rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
With each rise and fall, the fur all over his body bristled slightly, like that of a ferocious beast ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.
He was enormous, standing a full twenty feet tall. In the Arena, he resembled a moving fortress of flesh and blood, completely blocking the remaining Chaos Ancient Clan contestants behind him from