The Sorry Brothers

Of course, the Demon Mouth Cannon was also a last resort for Robet. Even though he had amazing control and the ability to lift weights as if they were nothing in his Great Ape form, the Great Ape Transformation was simply too massive. Attacking the tiny Clark wasn't easy, especially with just his fists and feet.

Furthermore, in his Great Ape form, charging up moves like the Kamehameha and Dodon Ray took too long, and casually fired energy blasts lacked sufficient power. After much thought, he realized the Demon Mouth Cannon was the most suitable attack for his current state!

This was also why Vegeta, after transforming into a Great Ape, abandoned the Prince's Combat Method. Wasn't it because this method was more suitable and powerful?

"Tch!" With a sound, as the Great Ape Robet unleashed the Demon Mouth Cannon, Clark, who had just dodged, was completely locked on and unable to evade again. Instinctively, a red Heat Vision shot from Clark's eyes, colliding with the Demon Mouth Cannon.

This time, the Demon Mouth Cannon didn't dissipate immediately like the first collision between the Kamehameha and Heat Vision. Instead, it stubbornly clashed with the Heat Vision.

"Zzzzz!"

Two completely different energies collided, and the ground around them began to tremble slightly. The ground at the boundary between the Heat Vision and the Demon Mouth Cannon started to crack.

Two small pits appeared beneath Clark's feet, caused by the recoil force of him standing on the ground. The situation was even more severe for Great Ape Robet; his body had already created several deep footprints in the ground.

Even from this brief beam struggle, it was clear that even though Robet had transformed into a Great Ape and received a tenfold boost, there was still a significant gap when facing Clark, who had been basking in the sun for twenty-seven years!

"Waaah!" After a prolonged beam struggle, Great Ape Robet let out a strange cry. He could no longer withstand the energy from the Heat Vision and quickly turned his head, dodging the Demon Mouth Cannon that had been reflected back by the Heat Vision.

The Heat Vision and the Demon Mouth Cannon shot into the sky and slowly dissipated.

Great Ape Robet took a deep breath and roared at Clark, "Come! One last punch!"

"Alright!" Clark's fighting spirit surged. He stared at the massive fist that Great Ape Robet was about to throw and punched out in return.

"Dong!" With a sound, this collision of fists was even more intense than the previous clash between the Heat Vision and the Demon Mouth Cannon. Great Ape Robet's massive body was sent flying backward, crashing onto the ground in the distance and embedding itself deep into the earth.

Clark was also pushed back for the first time, falling onto the ground in a disheveled state. He wasn't injured, but his clothes were all torn...

"Hahahahaha! Awesome!" Great Ape Robet on the other side let out a cry of satisfaction. Clark, lying on the ground, also had a slight smile on his lips. He looked forward to Robet's growth, wanting to see if he could unleash his power freely once Robet grew stronger, without suppressing himself as he had all these years.

"Quite a mess..." After a while, Clark stood up, dusting himself off. Looking at his irreparably torn clothes, he suddenly felt like he'd been tricked.

Because Robet had taken off his clothes beforehand, there was no risk of them tearing. He could put them back on later and be fine, while Clark had to risk indecent exposure running home.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and no one was around. No one would see Clark's disheveled state.

"Once the power within my cells is depleted to a certain extent, and I stop observing the moon, I can gradually recover from the Great Ape Transformation..." Great Ape Robet lay in the dirt pit, feeling the changes in the power within his body, and deduced silently.

"Mm, similarly, I can find a way to control my body with my own willpower, forcibly suppress the influence of the Blutz Waves on my cells, and thus revert from the Great Ape form to my normal appearance!"

As Robet's thoughts raced, his body began to shrink slowly until he returned to his previous form. However, his right arm hung limply, appearing injured from his collision with Clark.

"Robet?" Clark noticed Robet's injury in the distance. A flicker of self-reproach crossed his face. He felt he had gotten too excited and accidentally injured Robet. If he had known, he wouldn't have used so much power. "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It just proves my incredible recovery ability. This bone injury will heal in two days!" Robet smiled and waved his hand, saying softly, "Now that you've seen my recovery ability, you can fight me without worry, right? How was it? Although the fight wasn't long, was it satisfying?"

"Satisfying. To be honest, in over twenty years, I've never dared to be this satisfied!" Clark breathed a sigh of relief after carefully observing the recovery speed of Robet's arm, then said with emotion.

Robet had previously said he didn't know how many people envied Clark's talent for constantly growing stronger every day. But Clark had never liked this talent, because the rapid pace of his improvement made him feel the weakness of the world and humanity at all times.

Sometimes, Clark didn't dare to breathe deeply, for fear of exhaling a powerful hurricane or freezing everything with cold air...

Living was indeed tiring for Clark, but the bonds of family and Robet's appearance had kept him going until now. Today's brief battle was the first time Clark had unleashed himself, even if only slightly.

The feeling was like the relief of someone who had been suppressed for a long time climbing a high mountain and shouting at the sky in the distance!

As Clark was lost in thought, he noticed Robet wasn't sharing his sentiment at all. Instead, Robet picked up his clothes and sunglasses from the distance, put them on neatly, and then looked at Clark, teasing with a smile, "It seems I had the upper hand in this battle! Even though my arm is a little injured, I managed to preserve my clothes..."

Robert: (¬_¬) hands on hips

Clark: (－_－)

"Hmph!" Hearing Robet's words, Clark couldn't help but laugh. He glared at Robet irritably, then took a deep breath and exhaled lightly.

Instantly, that breath turned into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Robet's body and tearing his clothes to shreds, making them even more tattered than Clark's before it stopped.

"Hey! I'm reporting you to Martha! She'll hear about you ruining my clothes!" Robet, barely managing to protect his sunglasses, shouted angrily at Clark.

"A good meal, my treat," Clark said calmly, glancing at Robet.

"A good meal?" Robet's eyes lit up. Without any integrity, he quickly nodded in agreement, afraid Clark would go back on his word. "Deal!"