Two weeks had passed since the Tournament of Strength began. Despite the overwhelming number of participants, it proceeded smoothly, without incident.
Although the vast majority of participants were human—and more than half were eliminated—less than one percent of those disqualified were giants.
This showcased the Giant Race's prowess to the rest of the world, just as Kulas wanted.
"The giant's performance… is much better than I anticipated," Kulas suddenly remarked.
"What? Aren't they your people? How can you not know their capabilities?" Ren Xia questioned.
"How many giants do you think exist within the continent now?" he replied. "It may have been possible back when I first started this, but nowadays, it's impossible to keep track of everyone. Hell, I am barely keeping track of my own children these days."
"Sounds like it's about time for you to stop making more, then," Ren Xia said.
