Although Luke kept calling himself "just an ordinary guy," the old man heard it differently. Whether Luke was feigning humility or mocking him, he took it as a blatant challenge.
No one could challenge the power of God.
The old man held his breath and focused. The golden Light Balls floating in midair began converging before him.
Whenever two Light Balls drew close, they fused like droplets of water, instantly becoming a larger Light Ball.
As the Light Balls around him gathered in one place, they kept merging. Their number plummeted, while each remaining Light Ball swelled to a staggering size.
It all happened in moments.
Soon, the merging ended. Hovering before the old man was a terrifying Light Ball nearly two meters across, large enough to engulf him whole.
A single orb barely ten centimeters across had already caused considerable destruction. It was impossible to imagine how much energy this enormous one contained.
The spectators began to sense something was wrong.
Was that old bastard really going to end the match with that thing?
Remembering how an earlier Light Ball had punched through the competition floor, some spectators broke out in cold sweats as they realized what he might do next.
If the massive Light Ball before him exploded, it could hit with the force of a miniature nuclear bomb.
Throughout history, nuclear explosions had inflicted hundreds of thousands of casualties across areas spanning dozens of kilometers.
Like a nuclear bomb, the golden Light Ball could generate terrifying heat. It was far less powerful, but the Competition Venue held a hundred thousand spectators packed into a small space. The immediate death toll from an explosion might rival that of a nuclear blast.
The energy was so concentrated that a black core had begun to form at the golden Light