The appearance of the Dragon God Armor helped Kallen pin down the giant in time. With Little Kangna's support, Kallen could immediately handle things with ease, because she had made up for his final weakness, turning him into a truly well-rounded warrior.
But the reversal was not quite over yet.
Perhaps the weather was unusual today, because children kept raining from the sky.
Little Kangna had only just come down when Ventura descended from the sky on the other side, hurtling straight at the giant below like a cannonball.
The giant raised his hand to grab him. Barring any surprises, his next move would be to squeeze him to death.
But Ventura's originally small body instantly petrified in midair, swelling to many times its size until he matched his opponent.
Boom!
Ventura knocked the giant over, and the two giants began wrestling on the ground.
There was no dazzling exchange of moves. Instead, they looked like two middle-aged men with beer bellies locked in a desperate embrace on the road outside a late-night food stall.
They bit, struck, tugged, and even gouged at each other in every way they could;
Dull scraping noises rang out incessantly, with flesh and broken stone flying everywhere.
It was perfectly clear that Ventura was at a disadvantage, but it was equally clear that his fighting spirit far exceeded his opponent's.
After all, his opponent was receiving treatment while fighting. Even carrying out a mission assigned by his own organization could not change his fastidious concern for his own life;
Ventura, on the other hand, was fully prepared to die protecting Kallen.
The portrait of the old grandfather that had hung on his family's living room wall throughout his childhood was the equivalent of loyalty to Kallen built up day by day.
The giant suddenly