The man had a triumphant smile on his face, as if he had already won the match, and Noah was starting to believe that this was, in fact, possible. If the man was actually in as good of a situation he was physically demonstrating, he would definitely have the strength to finish off Noah at any moment, since now Noah might not even have the strength to think fast enough to understand the trajectory of the man's attacks and dodge them, much less counterattack after successfully dodging. Noah wasn't even sure he would succeed if he tried to dodge those skills.
As the blinding light danced around the man, around Noah the flames of hell were likewise dancing. The temperature in the arena had risen by such a degree that people in the front rows of the audience had to move away so as not to start feeling themselves begin to cook. The judge was sweating so profusely that the tournament administrators began to worry that he was going to get dehydrated.