"Is it over?"
The trainers in the stands stare dumbfounded at the battle platform.
If they hadn't known the power of the fighters beforehand, this earth-shaking battle would have made them think of King Level Experts.
"Cough, cough!"
Amid the swirling smoke, a few mild coughs emerged from the desolate, lava-scarred battleground that had been leveled.
At this time, Mason Rodney's sleeve was speckled with large patches of frost. His strong right hand tightly gripped the unconscious Frost Wolf. There was a faint heat emanating from the Landlock Armor on his right hand.
"Is everything okay?"
Looking at the still-shaken Jackson Grant and Eugene Carnegie, as well as the ruined ground beneath him, Mason Rodney wore a look of alarm.
