Under the same blue sky and white clouds, elsewhere.
Two black streaks of light collided again and again, the thunderous crashes rolling out like peals of thunder.
Boom!
Another collision—but this time, the two black streaks did not separate. The space where their fists met rippled and surged like the surface of water.
"Ivan!" Gaia roared. "Stop! Don't keep making the same mistake!"
Gaia's opponent was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. To put it bluntly, she was a statuesque Western beauty—huge breasts, voluptuous hips, blue hair, green eyes, red lips. Her legs in particular were flawless beyond reproach. Though her overall build was no less imposing than Gaia's towering two-meter frame, every proportion of her body was golden. She was the sort of woman who could make male hormones surge at first sight. She was Gaia's former woman, Katyusha's mother.
"You're wrong, useless man. All I'm doing now is carrying out my man's will—killing you!"
Gaia roared, "He killed Katyusha himself! She was your own flesh and blood!" His fury caused his strength to surge, shoving Ivan back more than ten meters. Ivan threw a left punch and said, "I gave birth to her so my man could escape. Now that my man is free, she has no value left. Even if he hadn't done it, I would have torn off her head myself."
"Ivan..." Gaia's voice trembled. "Why did you become like this?"
"Why?" Ivan licked her red lips with her seductive pink tongue. "I've always been like this. You simply never saw it. In this world, only he understands me, and only I understand him. Useless man, for the sake of the times we shared a bed, I don't want to kill you. You should find a hole, bury yourself, and wait to die."
Gaia took a deep breath.