Tendo Souji: “Why do you think I haven’t bought anything from the mall?”
If he had to rely solely on his own physical fitness without transforming into Kabuto, it would be impossible for him to defeat Daigo. But he had joined the chat group a long time ago, and although his points weren’t as many as Daigo’s, that didn’t mean he’d gained nothing.
He had naturally purchased a physique like the Sage Body, which provided significant enhancements in every aspect.
In terms of combat skills, although Daigo had bought many techniques, his proficiency in them was sorely lacking. For an average person, they might look passable, but in Tendo Souji’s eyes, Daigo was practically full of weak spots.
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “…”
He’d actually forgotten about that! The Zecters weren’t as valuable as the kaiju, but there were a lot of them!
But still—
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “I’ve been meaning to ask for a long time. Whether it’s kaiju or Zecters, normally shouldn’t they just get blown up by you guys? One energy beam, one Rider Kick, and they’re all shattered into pieces.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Most of the time, you can’t even see the remains—they’re probably turned to dust. How do you even collect them?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Can the chat group’s collection system recycle even dust?”
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “I think I mentioned this before. You just have to be careful. Slice off the kaiju’s head with a beam, or chop it off with a hand blade. Recently, I’ve even learned to condense a beam into a sharp, rotating disc.”
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “One disc goes down, and the head of a weaker kaiju just vanishes instantly.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Holy crap, the Eight-Part Light Wheel!”
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “???”
Boil Daigo Into Soup: “What Eight-Part Light Wheel?”
Daigo was a bit confused. What was the group leader talking about? Was that disc called the Eight-Part Light Wheel? Why? It just cuts off a head—why call it an Eight-Part Light Wheel? Why not call it the Split-in-Two Light Wheel?
Lighthouse Richest Man: “Whoa, your fighting style is getting more and more brutal, O righteous Tiga!”
Be My Son: “Ku-ra-ra-ra! At least he left a corpse behind. Under a beam, there’s not even a body left.”
Lighthouse Richest Man: “And the corpse that’s left just gets recycled by the chat group anyway. At least a beam leaves some dust—recycling leaves absolutely nothing.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Well then, Tendo Souji, what about you?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Do you hold back the force of your Rider Kick?”
Tendo Souji: “Grandma said, as long as I wish for it, fate will absolutely stand on my side.”
Tendo Souji: “As long as I have absolute control over my power, the opponent’s condition is only a matter of my will.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “…”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Grandma also said to go all out in battle. If you don’t kick them to pieces, how is that going all out?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “One finger points to the sky, infinite power.jpg”
Himouto Umaru: “Hahahaha.”
Shendu: “It takes a lot of control to step on an ant without crushing it.”
Child of Nature: “???”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “???”
Shendu’s sudden comment made Bai Xuan and Su Yunqing involuntarily type out question marks.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with the statement itself—it was more that there was something wrong with the person who said it!
Uchiha Dancing King: “Only by perfectly mastering yourself can those powers truly be your own.”
Lighthouse Richest Man: “Shendu sure has some profound insights on this.”
Glory of the Northern God: “But you actually do a pretty good job at this, don’t you? Whether it’s facing Jackie Chan, Jade, or Uncle; or anyone else—”
Glory of the Northern God: “Even though your power is far greater than theirs, and you’ve actually attacked them, they always come out completely unscathed.”
Glory of the Northern God: “Shiba Inu suddenly realizes.jpg”
Glory of the Northern God: “That’s it—this is absolute control over power!”
Glory of the Northern God: “Looks like you really don’t want to kill them after all.”
Shendu: “???”
The scene instantly fell into silence. Toru the Shiba Inu’s comment, paired with Shendu’s question marks, was honestly quite amusing.
Lighthouse Richest Man: “Hahahahaha!”
Lighthouse Richest Man: “I’m dying of laughter! Haha!”
Himouto Umaru: “Is this sarcasm? Why does it sound more like a compliment to me?”
Himouto Umaru: “Laughing so hard my stomach hurts.jpg”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “No wonder you came up with that kind of insight. I thought you’d plagiarized Aizen’s quotes.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “I misjudged you, Shendu.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Pat on the shoulder.jpg”
Oldest Godslayer: “Seems like something interesting happened.”
Oldest Godslayer: “Shendu, huh? That dragon-shaped demon?”
Oldest Godslayer: “With the power of the twelve talismans in your possession, yet you’ve been defeated repeatedly by those who are far weaker. You’ve brought shame to those powers.”
Marquis Voban had seen the power of the twelve talismans while browsing the group mall. He became interested in Shendu’s world and requested a copy of that world’s memories to watch.
In his eyes, Shendu possessed such immense power yet was defeated time and time again by people far beneath him. Shendu had disgraced the very powers that resided within him.
Shendu: “Do you think you’re any better than me?”
Shendu: “You, the oldest Godslayer, yet you were defeated by someone who had just become a Godslayer.”
Shendu: “You say I’ve disgraced my powers, but what are you, then? I really wonder how those Heretic Gods died by your hand.”
Shendu: “To be slain by someone like you—those Heretic Gods must be nothing much.”
Shendu: “You piece of trash.”
Shendu was never a mild-mannered person. Aside from those in the chat group he deemed worthy, who else dared to mock him?
Just a mere Marquis Voban.
Don’t think that just because you’ve slain those weak gods from your own world, you can consider yourself some kind of great powerhouse.
Those Heretic Gods were miles away from Lu Dongbin, who had sealed him away.
Just the fact that they could be killed by mere humans was enough for him to look down on those so-called gods.
Oldest Godslayer: “Hmph, I’m not denying that.”
Oldest Godslayer: “But only this once!”
Thinking of how, in the memory copy, he would be defeated by a brat who had just become a Godslayer, and how that brat even ruined his plans, Marquis Voban couldn’t help but let a hint of killing intent flash in his eyes.
He absolutely refused to acknowledge that kind of wretch as a Godslayer!
Shendu: “Only once? Hah, how naive.”
Shendu: “The memory copy only contains that much because the group leaders haven’t finished watching it. You’ve already lost to him in the very beginning—if it weren’t for your Authorities, you’d probably be dead already. And you still think you can beat him later?”
Shendu: “Dream on!”
