Under the varied gazes of those present, the once unstoppable Water Vein Emperor Hog finally fell beneath the elegant claws of the Flood Dragon, its intermittent, heavy gasps seemingly carrying a hint of defiance.
"We won? So even legends can lose!"
At that moment, even Jackson Grant, who had been training with Fred Hoyle for a year and preparing for the national competition, had to admit that the captain appointed by Principal Easton was undeniably powerful.
Richard Goodwin and Ning Jade were also visibly moved.
Even Jedbrook Harvey, accustomed as he was to the ways of the world, couldn't help but take in a sharp breath as his gaze followed the second hand completing its swift revolution.
Fast, too fast, unbelievably fast.
"Stop playing dead, get up already," Director Boris glanced at the Water Vein Emperor Hog, his furrowed brows slowly relaxing.
"Lulu."
