(^▽^)Little Nezha, We Meet Again
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom!
The fierce battle between the two Nezhas had turned the world upside down. The thunderous crashes of collapsing mountains and splitting earth rang without end.
Only after several hundred exchanges, after this area of Pansi Ridge had been engulfed in flames and its mountains shattered, after the rivers had been cut off and forced to change course, after the eight thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals who had descended with the big Nezha had been all but wiped out, after the ground for hundreds of meters around them had been covered in charred trees with not a third living soul standing, and after both sides had grown somewhat winded, did the fighting finally come to a temporary halt.
Even so, the air still inevitably reeked of the smoldering aftermath of battle, filled with waves of scorching heat.
"..."
"..."
At that moment, little Nezha stood on the ground with a carefree air, his fire-tipped spear resting on his shoulder. A lock of straight bangs fell across his forehead, twin buns were tied atop his head, and dark circles beneath his eyes were framed by heavy makeup. His rows of slightly horrifying buck teeth showed in a wicked grin as he looked at the big Nezha across from him. The latter had dispelled his true form and now hovered in midair on his Wind Fire Wheels, glaring down at him. The two faced off in silence as they caught their breath.
"Hey!"
"Big guy!"
After a while, little Nezha decided that staring at each other was pointless. He rubbed his nose, waved at the big Nezha, and teased him:
"So?"
"Do you still want to keep fighting?"
"You're no match for me, you know!"
Little Nezha wasn't making that up. After such a