In the arena, Chaya swept his deep eyes over the other three Gods of Destruction still standing on the stage. Based on what he had learned from the battles and his probing of them, he ranked their strength.
Without question, Jiren was the weakest of the three and posed the least threat to Chaya. Though he belonged among the strongest Gods of Destruction, the peak of the God Realm at his level still could not affect Chaya. Next was Pomonles. After their brief encounter earlier, Chaya was certain that Pomonles possessed strength no weaker than the fourth level of the God Realm, making him a formidable opponent.
The last one was the mysterious man wearing a bronze mask.
His origins were the most mysterious; even his exact identity was unknown. Yet judging from how easily he had defeated Universe 3's God of Destruction earlier, his strength was likely no less than Pomonles's.
"That means two of them are probably at the fourth level of the God Realm." Chaya made his judgment, and his fighting spirit surged to unprecedented heights.
He glanced at the Bronze-Masked Man slowly walking toward him. In this vast arena, the masked man appeared remarkably calm and unhurried.
Then I'll use you to confirm it! With that thought, Chaya rushed forward. His body flickered, and he was already before the Bronze-Masked Man. No more words were needed. Chaya launched the attack first.
With a bang, white light rippled, accompanied by a soft hum that shattered the void.
The Bronze-Masked Man seemed prepared for Chaya's attack. He took a broad step forward and stretched out an arm toward Chaya. Bang! Their fists collided, and razor-sharp whirlwinds instantly spread from the point of impact, like countless strips of shredded silk filling the void and shaking the entire space.
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