There's no bell to stop the match, nor are there any forbidden moves. Under the boost of the Eternal Domain, the competitors are unrestrained, fighting until one falls or surrenders for the match to conclude.
This is the true essence of the Magic Olympiad, cruel like underground bare-knuckle fights, yet even better at bringing forth the athletes' potential. Bloodshed is a given, but mental endurance is also part of the competition, isn't it?
The Four-Winged Gryphon regains its freedom, and its wounds oozing blood unleash its ferocity. All agreements made before the match, all treaties of release are forgotten—its only desire is to tear Olba to pieces and devour him bite by bite!
Olba, voluntarily separating, watches the Four-Winged Gryphon circling overhead, waiting for an opportunity. His muscular body begins to shrink, and the white fur that had sprouted over him quickly retracts, soon reverting to his original form.
The Serum has worn off.
