"This guy beat Zeta? Unbelievable, if she were in Third Chronicle, even I would have had a hard time. Her grabs are a real problem for anyone." Artur said.
"I agree. He beat her with brute force, just took advantage of the moment, and punched her to one point until she fell over. I hope his punch didn't get any weaker."
"Ready?" The aide asked.
"Yes."
Wain sighed and clenched his fist. His muscles tensed to the limit, and a crackling sound was heard from the skin holding back that power. Wain raised his fist, stepped forward, and struck exactly in the center of the slab.
Tremble.
A loud clang spread out, and the ground trembled slightly.
The participants turned around and saw two numbers on the slab.
"Ninety-one tons!" The helper exclaimed.
"What?!"
"Again?!"
"Two in a row hit ninety-one tons! Is that possible?"
