"Keep it up! He is bound to break!" Syc'closs shouted while increasing the number of frosted projectiles.
Alas, Arthur never did... his feet were digging into the bridge, but unmoving.
The heat merely burned off the uniform's cloth on his arms and a bit of his torso, exposing his massive, veiny muscles.
In the end, Syc'closs and his partners were forced to stop; their energy reservoir was getting exhausted with no good results.
-Haha! You can never take down Big Tank!- Rayan cheered.
-F*cker must be feeling himself, knowing that hundreds of millions are staring at his muscles.- Sergio cursed with a faint smirk, noticing Arthur low-key flexing, trying his best to look cool as always.
The rest of the watchers also cheered in excitement, enjoying every moment of the game so far... Yet, this was only the beginning of the end.
