The number of online viewers for Arena #10086 was still rising. After about ten minutes, the count had reached a high of two hundred thousand. By this point, the growth had slowed considerably, and the live comments were flying across the screen, full of impatience.
They had been watching Sansan hold his trident high, summoning a thundercloud, seemingly charging up some earth-shattering, ultimate technique with an air of invincibility. But ten minutes had passed, and he was *still* charging that ultimate technique.
The crucial part was that as he charged this ultimate technique, not a whiff of its power was leaking out. It was hard to imagine what kind of Spirit Charm reserves could sustain such a long wind-up.
"What the hell? Why haven't they started fighting? This Sansan guy can't just be putting on a show, can he? He summoned that damn thundercloud ten minutes ago! I've waited so long the flowers have wilted, but there's still no action!"
