For a moment, the air in the Colosseum grew heavy, thick with anticipation.
Leon's seven illusionary stars shimmered on his chest, their radiant glow casting eerie patterns against his reddened skin. The audience, though still reeling from the sheer absurdity of Alex's slap, quickly sensed the shift in the atmosphere.
"This... this is Leon's full power," someone whispered.
"He's actually using his final technique this early?" Another student gasped. "Does he realize how desperate that makes him look?"
Leon didn't care what they thought anymore. He had already lost too much face. There was no choice but to go all out.
His hands clenched into trembling fists, and veins pulsed wildly along his arms. The seven stars on his chest began to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat, energy flooding his muscles like an unstoppable tide.
BOOM!