Darok doesn't flinch. With a sudden, controlled burst of strength, he pries at Vamos' grip, loosens it just enough, then seizes his arm and slams him into the ground.
The earth trembles. Dust explodes outward, echoing like thunder rolling through the arena.
Vamos: "Tch… y-you bastard!"
Darok climbs over him and rains down hammer-like punches. Each blow lands with a wet, bone-cracking thud. Vamos' consciousness flickers. His mouth fills with the taste of iron—his own blood pouring faster than his lungs can pull air.
His vision blurs. He can't even tell if he's alive or already halfway gone.
Darok exhales slowly, almost disappointed.
Darok: "Heart alone won't save you… when the body breaks."
He rises, leaving Vamos crumpled and fading, and turns his gaze forward.
The Iron Juggernaut Juro steps forward.
The ground seems to shudder with every heavy step. His presence is suffocating; even the smoke that curls in the air trembles and parts around his frame. The atmosphere grows heavy, pressing on everyone watching.
Juro narrows his eyes, the pressure of his aura forcing a chill through the arena.
Juro (thinking): "This man… his presence is unnatural. No ordinary fighter carries this weight."
Juro: "What's your name?"
Darok lifts his chin, his eyes dead calm.
Darok: "I'm Darok."
Juro's lips curl into a fierce grin.
Juro: "So it's true. The monster himself."
He pounds a fist into his palm, a sound like steel colliding.
Juro: "I've always wanted to fight you."
Darok: "…Then step forward and regret it."
The two beasts square off, their auras clashing like storms colliding.
From the sidelines, Loma's body shivers. His voice cracks, both awe and fear bleeding through.
Loma (thinking): "He crushed Vamos… and now he's facing Juro. Is my brother really that strong? Or has he become something else entirely…?"
Chapter 82 End.