The fight had been worth every penny, whether people had paid to watch it in person or on a broadcast.
Whatever the outcome, Kronos Kingdom was the ultimate winner.
Even after the fight ended, the departing spectators were still talking about it.
Compared with battles between top-tier monsters that dragged on for days and nights, a fight like this was far more enjoyable to watch.
To many people, either of these two young monsters could open a Martial Arts Dojo and draw countless students.
At the Marine Elite Training Camp, silence fell over the grounds. What had the trainees felt? The gap between them.
Compared with Rugal and Goenitz's Body Techniques, what they did looked like children playing at fighting.
They were still learning the Six Powers, while those two had already developed complete systems of their own.
A system sounded simple enough, but how many people could actually build one?
A fully developed system was like an impregnable wall without a single opening.
Even Borsalino and the others beside Kyle looked grave.
Whatever else could be said, the fight had shaken them.
To their eyes, Rugal and Goenitz's Body Techniques were a deadly gauntlet, with a killing move at every turn.
The more they thought back on it, the colder they felt, their scalps prickling.
Every move had been meant to kill. Their shifts in position and counters to each other's techniques had shown an extraordinary grasp of combat.
It had been far more than the use of their bodies or a clash of strength.
And the ferocity of it went without saying. Injuries and cracked bones alike had failed to draw a single cry from either man.
Wounds the onlookers considered serious had barely affected the fight.
Anyone facing Goenitz's array of techniques and abilities would have found