Resting on the ground, Pomo could hear the faint breathing sounds coming from Grai. Although the latter had suffered the sneak attack from his Northern Tundra Howling Bear as well as the powerful pincer attack from his Frozen Tundra attack, he seemed to have only lost consciousness! Exactly how was he able to contain so much power in that frail-looking body?
As he stood up, Pomo's strained breathing gradually stabilized. It didn't matter, he had won!
First duel, Vasilyevich, Pomo, Victory!
After a short moment of silence, the Vasilyevich fans in the northern side of the stadium were to first to start shouting, their berserk roars threatening to rip the stadium's roof off its hinges!
