An immense pressure emanated from Roy and surged towards the competitors.
The effect of this pressure was immediate. It bore down on them, making it hard for them to breathe or move. The ambient noises in the coliseum seemed to fade away, replaced by the pounding of their hearts in their chests.
Weak ones weren't able to endure it. One by one, they were knocked out. Their bodies dropped to the arena floor with thuds.
Only a handful of extremely strong ones remained standing. They managed to resist the suppression of Roy's Lord rank Physique. However, their pupils dilated to the size of black holes, threatening to engulf any semblance of hope. It seemed like their morale was thoroughly destroyed. They were still in the fight, but it was another question whether they wanted to fight.
"Is... is that even possible?"
"I've never seen anything like that, not even in the grandest tales!"
