Obliterate

Before the fight started, Tarrasque now wore a calmer, more composed expression. Caipora glanced at him and chuckled softly, sensing how satisfied he was in that moment. 

Those who had mocked, underestimated, and ridiculed him… at this exact moment, were visibly nervous. Collectively, they all fell silent, unable to utter a single word of disdain. 

They simply stared at the round golem with astonished expressions. Every look that had previously been filled with arrogance and scorn instantly transformed into curiosity, and, in some cases, a hint of admiration. 

"Lezon's stepping up!" 

Someone shouted, and everyone swallowed hard, focusing all their attention on the central stage. 

Lezon's clothes fluttered in the wind. He stepped onto the stage calmly, a tall, imposing figure with sharp features, well-defined muscles, and not an ounce of excess on him.