Randall kicked out with both legs, accelerating again, and reached the top of the Sea King's head in the blink of an eye.
With another quick movement, he deftly grabbed the hair on its head.
"Hmph!"
Randall grunted, pressing the fingers of his Gauntlet-clad right hand together like a black blade, then drove them down with all his strength.
As red light flickered, vast amounts of life force began pouring into the Gauntlet.
That tiny wound, perhaps no different from a pore to the Sea King, was like a puncture in a balloon, already spelling its doom.
The Sea King sensed something was wrong and, just as Randall had expected, began thrashing wildly.
In an instant, it threw the seabed into utter chaos.
But its thrashing was nothing more than a death struggle, completely useless.
Its life force continued to drain away.
"Moo!" the Sea King cried in agony, sensing itself inching toward death.
Realizing its struggles were useless, its eyes flashed red, and it rammed into a reef on the seabed.
With a thunderous crash, the reef crumbled before the Sea King like tofu.
But Randall held firmly to the Sea King, refusing to let go.
Five minutes passed.
The Sea King could clearly feel that it was much weaker than before, and its panic deepened.
For a time, it became a bulldozer, crashing wildly around the seabed.
Ten minutes passed, and the Sea King was tired.
This was a rare experience, because Sea Kings, with their abundant life force, had no idea what being tired even meant.
Now, with Randall's friendly "help," it finally got to experience exhaustion.
What a joyous occasion! Truly worth celebrating!
The Sea King was already moved to tears.
Another ten minutes passed, and the Sea King no longer even had the strength to