Cohen's face was completely covered by Cyan Scale, with only a pair of white eyes exposed, cold like two pieces of stone without temperature.
His limbs shortened and thickened, and a long iron-gray tail grew from his tailbone, with densely packed bone spurs on either side of the tip.
Finally, he crouched on the ground, turning into a gigantically sized lizard beast, twenty to thirty meters long, its scales rubbing against each other with sounds like metal scraping.
Surely, this isn't their ultimate form, only adjusted to a more suitable size considering the space constraints.
Two inhuman silhouettes faced off for a moment in the red sand arena, and the spectators in the stands went crazy.
Countless people were shouting, stomping, and pounding their fists on the stone rail in front of them.
Duke knew this was no longer the performance they came to watch.
This was two thick-skinned and meaty fierce beasts, locked in the same cage, speaking only through muscles and bones.
