"Oh no! Junior brotheeeerr!" At the same time as Virus was blasted away into being completely motionless, Astes' yelling voice which seemed to be extremely worried reverberated throughout the Colosseum.
"Oh… I think this is over… the countdown has begun… if he doesn't stand up soon… the judge elder will…" Tinsel who was sitting among the spectators uttered.
"He was blasted for like three meters! He must've been gravely injured. If I'm not wrong, the only place in his body which has defense is his arms and legs… the rest of his body like his stomach is entirely at a mortal's level and thus, defenseless… nothing special…" Hartas spoke as he began to analyze the situation.
"Ah, then he must be mortally injured right now. I was hoping he could at least go against you, senior brother… so you would talk to him about the ring face to face…" Tinsel muttered.
"Well… it seems that's not going to happen since he seems to be at his limits already." He stated.
