The Victory

The tension in the air was palpable as the arm wrestling match reached its peak. Fray's long hair cascaded down his broad shoulders, his body seemingly even bigger than before. 

The burly man's once massive frame had become skinny and pale, except for his massive hand that still held on with a determined grip. 

As felt the burly man's strength waning Fray couldn't help but be surprised by his power he didn't have to use any life energy to face the man except the using the first phase which also Fray had found to be much more powerful than he remembered as it reached 63 folds now.

Thus using his newfound power, with a final burst of effort from Fray, the burly man's hand started to falter, and then it fell. Fray had won.

"..." Lisa, Lysander, and Aslan, as joyful smiles started to raise on their faces, their happiness was caught by surprise as they heard a loud laugh. 

"HAHA!!"