Do We Still Fight?

"We've only been dead for a few years. Are the juniors in the Lower Realm all this arrogant now?"

Chardo was a little puzzled.

"Whether he actually has the strength, or he's just a kid who can only make irritating noise that disturbs our sleep—won't we know once we try?"

Alphea's eyes remained closed as she spoke directly.

"Then are you going first, or am I?"

"If I go first, that noise will inevitably be cleaned up by me. So you should go first."

The woman in the formal dress stepped aside.

"You say that like I'm going to show mercy."

The man complained, then looked at Broly.

"Kid, are you ready?"

"Anytime."

The moment the words fell, the man over there moved like a startled rabbit, pouncing toward him like a tiger going for prey.

Broly crossed his arms in front of his chest. Simply swaying his body casually in place, he easily dodged the incoming opponent's rapid punches.

"Your boxing is pretty sharp. Not bad at all!"

As he dodged, Broly even offered a critique.

"You bastard..."

Chardo stopped punching and switched to a Whip Leg, sweeping horizontally toward Broly's waist.

Broly tapped his toes lightly. This time, he really couldn't dodge the attack just by swaying casually.

In an instant, he retreated, pulling away from Chardo.

A crack extended along the ground toward him, but it stopped right in front of his Landing Point.

"Looks like this isn't irritating noise that disturbs our sleep, but an exciting melody instead~"

Erebus watched the battle over there and said to Alphea beside him.

The aloof woman did not respond. She only opened her eyes slightly and looked at the two of them over there.

"priest, please forgive me for devouring the Gods' dinner. Enjoy it, tongue of lustful flame.