Bam!
Priscilla's head was stomped into the dirt.
Although she showed no obvious injuries, her bedraggled appearance stood in stark contrast to the overwhelming power she had displayed earlier.
Teresa clearly had no intention of letting this "enemy" off easily. She leaped after her, put away her weapon, and unleashed a relentless storm of punches.
In just a few seconds, Priscilla's entire face swelled into an unrecognizable pig's head.
Though she desperately tried to block and counterattack, her efforts were useless against such overwhelming speed and strength.
After all, while she had wandered aimlessly for ten years, Teresa had spent more than a century training against different opponents in Sky City.
Her wealth of experience and mastery of technique exceeded her opponent's by at least a dozen orders of magnitude.
If Teresa wished, she could beat the "enemy" before her into scraps and pulp with her bare hands at any moment.
But she did not.
After considering what Allen had said earlier, she felt that Priscilla should be left for Clare to deal with.
After all, Clare had sacrificed far too much to "avenge" her, including the most precious ten years of her life and the immense suffering she had endured during the organization's modifications and training.
Moreover, over a century in Sky City had washed away much of Teresa's resentment, allowing her to keep her emotions well under control.
By contrast, Priscilla, whose old wounds had been torn open, seemed utterly deranged. No matter how badly she was beaten, she kept repairing her wounds with her nearly limitless regeneration ability while attacking madly.
Both moved so fast that the naked eye could not follow them.
To everyone nearby, they seemed to have vanished completely. Only the occasional thunderous collision of their bodies and fleeting afterimages in the air betrayed