A genuine giant-king duel II

Giant King Balor sucked in a ragged breath, clutching his chest. The piercing pain helped clear his head a bit. If he kept brawling like this, he felt he might be the first to fall, forfeiting all glory and power.

"As you wish. I acknowledge your strength as well, Balor of the Starveil giants!"

In a contest for the Giant King's title, once fists alone fail to force a competitor to submit, the fight escalates to a battle of weapons, growing even bloodier.

After Orion spoke, Giant King Balor turned back to his armor and carefully donned each individual piece. Then, he moved to his spiked club, pulled it from the ground, and slung it over his shoulder.

"I've changed my mind—now I'm going to smash you to pieces!"

With the club in hand, Balor seemed to recover his confidence, brimming with renewed self-assurance.