Within this domain, he made all the rules. He was its absolute master.
Rubble crashed to the ground, sending dust billowing everywhere.
Crash Boy looked down. After using her powers at full strength several times, Sugar Baby was exhausted. She seemed unable to dodge the shower of debris.
She was a girl, after all, and her stamina fell short of Crash Boy's. The wildly powerful Sword of Damocles in particular had clearly taken a lot out of her.
Crash Boy had also given it his all, but he still had a little strength left. He spread his hands and pulled Sugar Baby to his side in an instant.
"You really went all out, didn't you, silly girl?"
Weariness showed on Sugar Baby's face. She looked as though she might fall fast asleep at any moment.
With her energy depleted, her body had instinctively triggered a self-preservation response. She was about to shut down.
Crash Boy shook his head helplessly and helped her back to the ground.
Sugar Baby leaned against his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.
After such an outrageous spectacle, the fight had suddenly ended on a strangely peaceful note. The viewers at home and even the Host in the Studio were stunned.
The winner, however, was clear.
The Young Man who had amazed everyone during the regional matches had made it into the top five.
The final spot in the top five would be decided by the last match.
The contestants for that match had already been determined by the draw before the previous one.
On one side stood the bald powerhouse competing under the alias Luther.
On the other stood a disheveled, curly-haired middle-aged man who had entered under the name Homeless Emperor.
His appearance did him no favors. Despite displaying tremendous strength, he had never attracted