He retracted his tail.
He watched the Divine Kingdom still collapsing in the distance slowly vanish amid golden light, like a fading phantom.
Feeling the uncertain, startled gazes converging on him from all directions, Orsaga did not hesitate. He met those gazes with a smile and said:
"Was that guy a little too weak?"
"Please send up the next victim. I want to fight a hundred first to warm up!"
Faced with his blatant provocation.
The gods who had merely come to watch the excitement—who had never imagined that he would instantly kill the God of Plunder, much less that he would act like this—were momentarily too slow to react to his brazen conduct, their expressions freezing one after another.
It was no different from Orsaga standing up and declaring, 'Everyone here is trash!' The gods present found it utterly unacceptable, and the atmosphere sank into the stillness before a storm.
And in the face of their silence, determined to press his advantage and anger or beat at least another two gods to death, Orsaga showed no sign of stopping as he spoke again:
"A bunch of trash. What are you standing around for? Come up here and chop me!"
"I'll let you know just how strong and powerful I am today..."
As he spoke.
He even got off his bicycle and, amidst the vast void, stepped upon torrents of chaotic spacetime, performing two outrageously flashy butterfly steps that would have made even boxing champion Ali applaud!
His actions proved exactly what it meant to have a face that looked utterly punchable!
The only thing missing was having I'm definitely getting beaten to a pulp today written across his face!
How could the hot-tempered ones among the gods possibly swallow such an insult?
At once, several gods prepared to wield