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## The Seventy-Seventh Chapter
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He, with a lion-like form, roared like a lion, and leaped from the arena, crossing the sky as if it were a courtyard. || 491 || He descended from the sky like a thunderbolt upon the earth, his footfall shaking the joints of the mountains. He roared continuously, ran here and there, and brandished his arms, stained red with sindoor. || 492 || He was enraged, with yellow garments draped around his waist, and he was adorned with the victory of slaying the mighty wrestler, Chanur, who was as tall as a mountain peak, just as a lion is adorned after killing an elephant. || 493 || Seeing this, Kansa, whose eyes were fierce due to the blood flowing from them, himself entered the arena as a wrestler, driven by the hatred of past lives. Krishna, the embodiment of Yama, caught him by the foot with his hand, whirled him in the sky like a small bird, and then threw him down to the earth. || 494 || At that time, flowers rained from the sky, the drums of the gods resounded, and there was a great commotion in the army of Vasudeva. Balarama, the valiant hero, adorned with valor, victorious and without an enemy, stood in the arena, placing his younger brother Krishna, the unparalleled wrestler, in front of him, and attacked the opposing kings. || 495 || The invincible Balarama, whose strength was immeasurable, whose blows were like a torrent, whose feet were worthy of worship, and who was like a lion in his fury, was greeted with reverence by the crowds. He was the source of all joy, and he was the embodiment of the goddess of victory. || 496 ||
Thus, all the forces had gathered, or rather, all the forces had come together.