Kurma, still unaware that only Capricorn and Taurus in the entire Little Garden were held by the gods of Little Garden, wore a deep look of anger on her pretty face.
She had originally come here carrying weapons, but under the forced requisition of a divine blade that actually bore three cosmic truths, those weapons had already become the Martial God's arrows.
The girl, who was herself the strongest Dragon, clenched her fists and said coldly.
"Since that's the case, Little Seven, have a good taste of my fists!"
Before her words had even faded, a phantom suddenly shot forth, crossing the zone where Buddhist light and Divine Artifacts clashed in an instant. Trailing streaks of light and shadow, she flashed before the strongest Martial God.
The power capable of carrying the world across the sea of stars condensed into a single strike. The force contained within that petite fist howling toward him made even the breath of stars seem like a mere fraction of it.
A fierce glint flashed through the Martial God's eyes. He swiftly gathered the power of his divinity, closed his five fingers, and thrust his fist like a sharp sword toward Kurma's exposed chest.
Immense pressure surged in all directions. Everything around them was forced backward by the raging power, the sky flickered between light and dark, and the surrounding space was entirely swept up in that momentum.
The terrifying fluctuations made both Zeus, who was watching from the sidelines and waiting for an opportunity to enter the battle, and Shaka, who was resisting the Divine Artifacts, feel their hearts tremble.
"Boom—!!!"
With a deafening crash that seemed to shake heaven and earth, a terrifying shockwave swept out like a storm from where the Martial God and the dragon girl stood, soaring straight into the