It was reasonable that Jakaom was able to be the finale among the four.
The three of them seemed to be as cool as cucumber, but in fact, they had been exhausted.
Now, a large amount of lactic acid had accumulated in his muscles. As he exerted his strength, he would feel a slight tingle.
Actually, there was no need to worry about it, but it was fatal in high-intensity battles because it would distract him.
Jakaom also noticed his distraction, so he thought that he would definitely win in this battle. What he needed to do was to defeat Nathan, or even disable him.
"Phew!"
Nathan took a deep breath, ready to fight with him. He used Beast Fists, with his one hand on the other, as if he was holding a big gun in his hand.
Although Jakaom believed that he would definitely win, he did not underestimate the enemy, prepared for this fight.