The man lying on the ring's floor earlier slowly stood up, radiating immense pressure.
Drake's current overall martial power wasn't even close to Jao, even though he had accessed the Zone.
But that doesn't matter to him anymore.
Power was just one of the factors to determine a match's outcome, not everything.
The Turzo Tribe might think that power was everything, but not Drake.
Besides, he wasn't originally the mighty person he had become.
He was built differently.
He thrived to become the person he is now because he was determined to overcome the adversary in front of him against all the odds.
Drake nonchalantly stared at Jao, who was frozen at his feet after seeing his nemesis slowly rose from the floor, bleeding and beaten but not losing hope yet.
'Huh!? He hasn't given up yet?' Jao confusingly asked himself.