CHAPTER 64: METEOR FALL

The matches kept rolling... with the crowd going wild:

"Brilliant strategy! Little Giant’s going down!"

"Hot diggity! Little Statue’s chasing Little Violent Flame around like a cat after a mouse!"

...

On the left silver arena, green gradually crept up to his chest as Little Giant Leo felt steamed and worried sick.

Four souped-up skeleton soldiers kept getting in his face. Even though he could smash them to bits with one punch, fresh enhanced skeleton soldiers immediately took their place.

This kept Little Giant Leo from getting anywhere near Little Green Bone Atrice.

Watching the green creep up to his chest, his head got foggier and foggier. If this kept up, he was toast!

Little Green Bone Atrice played it smart, always keeping plenty of distance, not giving Little Giant Leo a prayer of getting close while she kept dishing out her trademark poison fog attacks.

Watching Little Giant Leo scrambling to get closer, her eyes showed pure scorn. She thought: If this wasn’t just some competition, I would’ve used emerald venom to put you six feet under ages ago!

"Blast! These skeleton soldiers are driving me up the wall! I’ve got to figure out how to deal with them!"

Little Giant Leo crushed another skeleton soldier. Lightning struck, and his massive fist aimed at corpses on the ground, going to town on them...

The corpse materials used for skeleton revival on the ground got pounded to mush, shrinking fast.

"Oh no!"

Little Green Bone Atrice smelled trouble and shot out more poison fog, trying to wrap this up quick...

This turned into a race against time, but clearly Little Giant Leo’s cleanup game was stronger. He toughed out the dizziness and queasiness, cleared the corpses from the ground, then casually squashed the four skeleton soldiers.

Finally, just before getting knocked out cold by poison, he closed in on Little Green Bone Atrice.

Little Green Bone Atrice wavered. Her bone staff glowed nasty green, then immediately went dim.

"Forget it, it’s just a competition..."

Then, just as she was about to take Little Giant Leo’s beating, she immediately bailed from the arena.

Little Giant Leo threw his punch and whiffed completely, nearly coughing up blood.

Then realizing what went down, he roared with joy:

"Ha! I... win... won..."

Mid-celebration, his body couldn’t handle the toxins anymore. White foam shot from his mouth as he crashed to the ground, out like a light.

"Medic! Quick! Medic! Antidote!"

Iris frantically called for the medical team. They rushed over, gave him a quick once-over, and gasped:

"Way too many mixed toxins!"

"Little Green Bone, bring the antidote!"

Little Green Bone Atrice down below stuck out her tongue with a sheepish grin:

"I only know how to poison folks, not how to fix them..."

"..."

The medics cried out:

"Quick! Quick, get him to the Priest’s Hall!"

In all the hullabaloo, they hauled away the foam-spitting, completely green Little Giant Leo from the colosseum.

Little Green Bone Atrice silently watched the stretcher disappear, thinking uneasily:

"Should... probably be fixable...

Well, best of luck to you."

...

The crowd saw this whole mess:

"Yikes! Little Green Bone can’t cure her own poison?"

"Everyone knows Death Heralds don’t know squat about curing poison!"

"Little Green Bone is a Death Herald who went down the curse and venom road, not some priest who can heal and cure poison. Of course she can’t fix poison!!!"

"What happens if Death Heralds poison themselves?"

"Have you ever seen a rattlesnake die from its own bite?"

"..."

"Look, the other fight’s about to wrap up too!"

...

On the right silver arena, thundering kept going.

Little Statue Galahel, rolled up into a massive stone ball, kept chasing and rolling around the silver arena.

Little Violent Flame Buck was running for his life—once, twice, three times...

But as time dragged on, Little Statue Galahel picked up more and more steam, moving faster and faster.

The terrifying rolling momentum nearly scared Little Violent Flame Buck to death.

He dodged another crushing blow, the horrible air blast from the massive stone ball nearly knocking his skinny body flat.

Little Violent Flame Buck felt his heart in his throat, cold sweat streaming down his face:

"If that thing hits me... I’ll... be a goner!"

He knew this couldn’t go on. His hands kept firing blazing fireballs at the massive stone ball.

Explosion after explosion rang out, but they barely made a dent.

Little Statue Galahel’s whole body had turned to solid rock—that kind of firepower couldn’t scratch her.

Taking the explosive fireballs like a champ, the massive stone ball suddenly picked up speed, actually launching high into the air, flying higher and higher...

This was Little Statue Galahel’s ace in the hole:

"Meteor Fall!"

At the peak, it finally seemed to blend with the sun in the sky!

Like a real meteorite turning into a shooting star, it came thundering down.

The whole thing happened in just seconds—Little Violent Flame Buck had nowhere to run.

His specialty flame blasts barely tickled hard stone—he’d run into his worst nightmare.

Facing this meteorite-like death from above, his heart filled with despair as he cursed the heavens:

"It’s just a competition! Don’t you get the meaning of sportsmanship?!"

Shadow quickly covered him, terrible falling sounds got closer, and he squeezed his eyes shut in despair...

"BOOM!!!"

A bone-rattling crash rang out. Little Violent Flame Buck got blown away and tumbled, but fighting against the wind and shock waves, he barely cracked his eyes open, pupils shrinking to pinpoints:

"This... this is!!!"

On the arena, a silver-white figure had appeared out of nowhere.

She stuck out one hand, its gauntlet shining silver-white, casually catching the ’massive stone ball’ falling from the sky without her body budging even an inch.

Then she gently set Little Statue Galahel down, eyes showing respect.

"Galahel advances!"

"Commander... Iris!"

Little Statue Galahel, who’d landed steadily but confused as heck, was blown away.

Her most treasured finishing move had been caught so easily, and with... one hand...

She obediently went back to her normal form, her chubby face showing pure hero worship, especially with one hair strand sticking straight up on her forehead!

"Commander Iris!!!"

Iris gently flicked Galahel’s standing hair strand:

"Rest up and get ready for the next round!"

"Yes!"

Little Statue Galahel immediately snapped to attention, answering loudly, her hair strand standing even straighter.

...

Watching from the sidelines, Carlos unconsciously pulled out a cup of red tea and took another sip.

"Familiar? Why does this massive stone ball falling from the sky ring a bell?"

Blown up dozens of times bigger, with pitch-black flames covering the surface!

Especially that stone hair strand that stayed super noticeable even when she turned into a massive stone ball!!!

A memory suddenly flashed in his mind, and the red tea cup in Carlos’s hand suddenly exploded!

"’Destruction Star’! Could she be ’Destruction Star’?!"