Anon finally ceased the Deafening Roar after five minutes, collapsing to his knees. His aura weakened, and he felt as though someone had thrust a long, scorching spear through his throat.
"M-MOTHER.... Save mmeeeeeee...." Eldric cried out, wetting his pants, as he sprinted toward the Colosseum's exit.
Link returned to his tattoo form, and Anon slowly rose from the ground.
"Who won?" Anon inquired, looking at Sam with a perplexed expression.
"Y-Yes... Ladies and gentlemen, after a fierce and captivating battle, we have the victor of today's final match. A resounding round of applause for Mr. Jule, the Royal Candidate," Sam announced.
Clap-Clap-Clap
The audience erupted into applause as they retook their seats. Even Fiona joined in the applause.
'I've depleted every ounce of stamina in my body. It feels as if I've run around the world three times without rest. Damn, my throat hurts,' Anon thought, walking back to his seat and sitting next to Fiona.
