Oliver's in a Pinch, It's Stark's Turn to Act Now

"Damn, level 200 and he still got caught," Stark grinned.

He stood at a distance, his sharp gaze locked onto the battlefield where Oliver was trapped, struggling desperately against the crushing grip of the massive diamond hand.

The once-unshakable confidence on Oliver's face was gone, replaced with an expression of grim determination as he fought against what seemed like an impossible force.

But it wasn't working.

For the first time, Oliver's raw strength had failed him.

The diamond hand, formed from Clever's ultimate skill, Zero Hand, was unyielding, and Stark could see that Oliver's aura was flickering under the immense pressure.

"I guess levels don't mean shit when something like this happen," Stark mumbled, "I should have known after using Heaven's Spear this much, though."

[Not gonna do anything :)?]

The classes figure appeared again, staring at the giant statue holding Oliver with all its might.