Roughly four hundred thousand kilometers from Sea Star, in outer space.
Little Chido hovered there quietly, arms folded across his chest.
His entire body was shrouded in dazzling blue-white energy.
That layer of energy not only shielded him from the dangerous environment of space, it also displayed the formidable strength befitting the king of Deviluke.
Chido stuffed the Den Den Mushi he had just used to finish speaking with Saitama into his pocket.
Then he raised his head.
His deep eyes turned toward the region a hundred thousand kilometers away that had become a chaotic battlefield.
At the edge of his vision, against the once pitch-black backdrop of the universe, a visual feast worthy of mythic epic was unfolding.
One green and one gold beam, both brilliant to the extreme, were colliding, intertwining, and separating at terrifying speeds beyond ordinary comprehension.
Then they smashed together again with even greater ferocity.
Every collision stirred visible ripples of energy through the void.
Visually, they formed a crisscrossing, dazzling web of light and shadow.
It was as if someone were using the universe as a canvas and splashing ink across it without restraint.
But because they were in a vacuum, this earth-shaking battle of Sword Saints made not the slightest sound.
Absolute silence and absolute destruction
blended into a chilling, breathtaking beauty.
And beside Chido stood Sastin in battle armor.
He was staring at the two interlacing sword lights with total concentration.
As Deviluke's foremost swordsman, Sastin's strength was beyond question.
If the energy within his body erupted at full power, it was enough to reach the level of destroying one planet.
In the Dassel Galaxy where he came from, he was also a renowned powerhouse.
Yet at this moment, as he watched Mihawk and Shiki fight, Sastin's eyes were filled with deep