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When Arran saw the height of his opponent, his expression became complicated.

Arran felt the urge to curse... he didn’t know what to say at all about this sudden development.

The way things changed was too sudden for Arran. One moment he was facing a three-meter-tall giant, and now he was up against a literal monster.

That’s right, monster.

That was the only word Arran could use to describe the eight-meter-tall monstrosity before him...

But Arran was not given any time to wrap his head around this. Before he knew it, the Furor stretched out his massive hand and lunged at Arran.

He threw a powerful fist at Arran.

“Shit!” Arran cursed and rapidly dodged. With a flap of his wings, Arran managed to retreat in time to prevent being hit by that punch. But although Arran dodged the punch, he could not avoid the airwave that came blasting at him.

It was Arran who was caught in a storm that was almost as fierce as the one he encountered during the first stage of the chosen ceremony.

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