When he saw the enormous blue energy blast descending from the sky, Centipede Elder had wanted to run.
Unfortunately, with his body already chopped into several pieces, even burrowing underground had become difficult for him.
And even if he somehow escaped this disaster, he did not think he could survive the hands of those two monsters.
If the heavens gave Centipede Elder another chance, he swore he would never wade into this mess again. Join the Monster Association? Get revenge? What nonsense.
As a Dragon-level monster, as long as he kept a low profile, he could live well anywhere.
What made him feel especially stifled was that his death would not come from fighting someone, but from being caught up in someone else's battle!
A peak Dragon-level monster capable of easily destroying a city, dying as collateral damage in a battle between two humans—would anyone believe that if they heard it?
No, even at the moment of his death, Centipede Elder felt that compared to himself, the Grim Reaper and the bald man fighting each other were the real monsters!
Having given up struggling, the centipede monster was reduced directly to scraps beneath Yoru Machi's Kikōhō.
But the bald man, who had always been Yoru Machi's primary target, had suffered some injuries after taking Yoru Machi's Kikōhō head-on, yet he had not kicked the bucket like Centipede Elder.
Inside the meteor crater created by the Kikōhō, vast stretches of rock shattered beneath his feet like tofu. The bald man's body shot skyward like a rocket, breaking the sound barrier as he dashed straight before Yoru Machi and threw a punch at his face!
Facing the incoming heavy punch, Yoru Machi immediately crossed his arms before him. But the next second, under an indescribable force of impact, rings of airwaves erupted