Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf, or just scared out of your mind?" Seeing Fly completely unresponsive, Spencer raised his voice.
But what he absolutely didn't expect was that instead of showing any signs of fear, a flicker of sheer fanaticism ignited in Fly's eyes.
It was the exact sa look a guy would get when stumbling across a few gorgeous girls while browsing an adult website.
What the hell?
Was he actually scared out of his mind by his Mammoth Ant Tyrant?
"Go to hell!"
Spencer roared.
Spencer took a massive stride forward, raising his right hand high. As his fingers curled into a fist in mid-air, the muscles in his right arm began to violently bulge and expand.
Comntators Winston Hayes, Vera, and the audience in the stands all held their breath.
Spencer's right arm had swollen to the point where it was nearly the size of his entire torso.
Needless to say, the sheer force of this punch was bound to be earth-shattering.
So of the more timid spectators instinctively squeezed their eyes shut, unable to bear the thought of witnessing Fly's slender fra being flattened into a at patty.
BOOM!
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, Spencer's right fist smashed directly into the ground, burying itself deep into the floor.
Pitch-black fissures spider-webbed out in all directions, resembling a ticulously woven snare.
However, a split second before the punch landed, Fly had already combat-rolled out of the way.
Even so, the residual shockwave from the impact still sent Fly tumbling over a dozen tis across the arena floor.
So strong.
Fly marveled inwardly. If that punch had actually connected, he wasn't entirely sure his body could have taken it.
Compared to the likes of Skaar and Gideon King from the Freshman Invitational, Spencer's raw physical power was in a completely different league.
If even the opponents in the group stages are this formidable, there's no telling how terrifying the fighters from Sovereign High will be.
But, Fly wasn't the least bit discouraged by the sheer power displayed by Spencer's Mammoth Ant Tyrant.
On the contrary, he was absolutely thrilled.
Only a Beast Totem like The Mammoth Ant Tyrant was truly worthy of fusion!
After rolling away, Fly didn't stop to catch his breath; instead, he seamlessly transitioned into a full sprint.
In the past, Fly's running posture had been much closer to that of a regular human, rarely utilizing the strength of his forelimbs during a sprint.
But after over half a month of grueling conditioning under Grandmaster Muse, he had slowly mastered the true running chanics of a roach, effectively doubling his movent speed.
Running on all fours, Fly used his blistering speed to weave in and out of Spencer's periter, seemingly probing for a way to break the stalemate.
"Hmph, looking for a sneak attack?" Spencer hadn't expected Fly to dodge his strike, but he remained completely unfazed.
While keeping a close eye on Fly's movent trajectory, he subtly shifted into a defensive stance.
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However, under the influence of The Mammoth Ant Tyrant totem, while Spencer's massive fra granted him terrifying strength, the air resistance he faced with every single punch also increased correspondingly.
His colossal bulk also made him incredibly unwieldy whenever he tried to turn around.
"Trying to win with speed?" Spencer raised an eyebrow.
His teacher had once warned him that while The Mammoth Ant Tyrant totem granted him an imposing physique and earth-shattering power...
But that extre focus on raw power ant his speed would severely lag behind.
Moving forward, he would need to simultaneously train his speed alongside his strength for the two to truly complent each other.
But an inherent weakness baked directly into a Beast Totem could only be mitigated through later training; it could never be fully masked.
Regardless of what he did, Spencer's speed was simply never going to catch up to Fly's.
Even so...
Spencer mused inwardly.
No matter how fast Fly's Roach Matriarch is, in the face of absolute power, it won't amount to a damn thing.
Spencer shook his head slightly, as if feeling pity for Fly.
The winner of this match will ultimately be .
No matter how sluggish I might be, a asly little roach still can't break my defense.
Briefly lost in his own thoughts, Spencer inadvertently lowered his guard. Fly instantly capitalized on this fleeting opening and launched his assault.
Quick as a flash, Fly executed a flawless slide tackle, slipping right between Spencer's massive legs. The black scythe sprang from his forearm as he viciously slashed straight for Spencer's groin.
"Useless." The corners of Spencer's mouth curled back up into a smirk.
Generally speaking, the groin was undeniably one of the most vulnerable spots on the human body, especially for n. During combat, Beast Warriors typically made a conscious effort to guard that area, preventing opponents from exploiting it.
But, battles in the arena weren't rely tests of individual abilities; they were also a competition of resources!
Knowing that with his attack and defense maxed out, the groin might be a weak point opponents would attempt to attack, Spencer specifically commissioned a custom armored kilt to wear close to his body.
Fly's scythe struck true, but it yielded absolutely zero effect; the fierce slash rely sent a few tiny sparks flying off the impact point.
Conversely, Spencer seized the opportunity, dropping his entire massive bulk directly toward the floor in an attempt to simply crush Fly underneath him.
Fortunately, at the critical mont, Fly's danger instincts flared. He hastily scrambled out to the opposite side, only just managing to dodge Spencer's crushing drop.
"Are you ready to face reality now, you Star City High trash? Even among Mythical Species totems, there are vast gaps in power."
"Your Thunder-Roach is absolutely no match for my Mammoth Ant Tyrant!"
Seeing that he had regained the upper hand, Spencer resud his relentless mockery.
When Fly had launched his strike, he had detached the chains connecting the base of the scythe to his elbows to maximize his speed. Then, in his desperation to escape being crushed flat just now, he had been forced to abandon the scythe entirely.
Now, Fly was left with only the scythe on his left arm.
Furthermore, as Spencer stood back up, he deliberately stomped his massive foot heavily onto the discarded black scythe, completely denying Fly any chance of retrieving it.
Whoosh!
Right on its heels, a massive boulder ca hurtling straight toward Fly.
In a blinding split second, Fly had no choice but to make a frantic dash out of harm's way.
BOOM!
The colossal rock slamd into the exact spot Fly had just occupied, gouging a deep crater into the arena floor.
The boulder had a diater of at least a ter and easily weighed over a ton.
Yet, in Spencer's hands, it was tossed as effortlessly as a common pebble.
"I'm too unwieldy? My attacks lack agility?"
"With a thod like this, I can easily cover those weaknesses!"
"But you, on the other hand... you can't maintain that peak speed forever, can you? You're bound to run out of steam eventually, right?"
"Just like a track athlete. Sure, they might hit a ten-second sprint in the hundred-ter dash, but it's physically impossible for them to maintain that pace for a thousand ters, or ten thousand ters!"
"As ti drags on, your stamina drain is only going to get worse, and your speed will naturally continue to drop."
"When that happens, you won't be able to dodge my flying boulders anymore."
"Or do you actually believe your stamina pool is deeper than mine?"
Spencer continued to verbally provoke Fly, attempting to crack his ntal fortitude so he could seize an opening and end the battle swiftly.
But, Spencer's supply of "pebbles" wasn't exactly infinite.
At so unknown point, a massive bamboo basket had materialized on his back, fully stocked with these gigantic boulders.
Based on a quick visual estimate, Spencer had about nine of these "pebbles" left.
The mont the words left his mouth, Spencer casually reached into the basket on his back and pulled out a second boulder.
But Fly wasn't about to just sit there and wait for death. While carefully observing Spencer's every move, his body deftly weaved and repositioned itself around the arena.
Faced with this elusive maneuver, Spencer's bulging biceps noticeably relaxed. Holding the boulder in one hand, he seed montarily at a loss for what to do.
Fly's counter-strategy was simple but effective: once in motion, he intentionally ran erratic, unpredictable circles around Spencer, making it impossible for his opponent to lock onto a target.
Taking full advantage of this rare opening, Fly began to ticulously analyze every single detail of Spencer's giganticized body.
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