In the enormous Deep Pit, Allen's fist collided with Artoria's holy sword, creating a terrifying sight beyond the description of any language.
Vast Life Energy and Holy Light collided at high speed within an incredibly confined space, erupting in a blinding radiance.
All matter was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye!
That terrifying destructive power surpassed the might of Clare's final strike by an unknown number of times. Simply watching it gave people the feeling that the end of the world had arrived.
Yet the two at the center wore faint smiles, as though they had long grown accustomed to this.
Or rather, to them, this did not even count as sparring. They had merely deliberately made a bigger spectacle so that more people around them could see it.
The facts proved that the plan had succeeded.
Clare, who had been blown away, the bishops in the cathedral, the guards patrolling the streets, and even the Abyssal One—Lulu—who was hiding in the distance and observing the situation, all stared dumbfoundedly at the scene unfolding before them, unable to believe their eyes.
Lulu in particular, as a spy, had long learned that Allen and Artoria might have come from another continent and possessed extraordinarily terrifying individual strength.
But he had never imagined they would be this terrifying.
Whether it was the golden pillar of light soaring into the sky or the fist capable of withstanding a sword slash, either one was enough to effortlessly crush the organization's greatest creation—the Dark Twins—in an instant.
This kind of overwhelming power, capable of deciding the outcome of a war through a single person alone, made Lulu's entire body tremble faintly and uncontrollably.
Only at this moment did he understand just how absurdly wrong he had been before.
At the same time,