The outside commotion did not interfere with the competition; the battle within the dome continued unabated.
Trom's energy was being consumed unceasingly, but Onassis remained calm and undisturbed, making Trom sense that something was wrong. If he kept attacking, it was very likely that he would exhaust himself first. After pondering for a moment, Trom launched another relatively weaker attack. This time, after striking, he did not dodge the rebounding force; instead, he went along with the rebound of the golden light, performing a backward somersault, and smoothly landed back on the original reef.
Trom looked at Onassis's expression with seriousness.
Around Onassis seemed to be an impenetrable shield of light; without a way to break through, victory seemed distant and uncertain for Trom.
What should be done?
As Trom's thoughts rapidly turned, he failed to notice that the air around him was becoming increasingly damp and muggy.
