"Commoner, what did you say?" In an instant, Gilgamesh's face turned extremely ugly. He had forgotten how long it had been since he last heard that word. Most of those who had said it to him before were dead.
Iori Yagami looked at him with an indifferent gaze. He chose not to waste any more words. Raising his right hand, a cluster of pale violet flames appeared in his palm.
The next instant, the flames soared into the air like a rising dragon, erupting from the ground and charging straight at Gilgamesh.
Wherever the pale flames passed, the ground froze solid. He had opened with one of his killing moves—Eight Wine Cups!
"Hmph!" Gilgamesh frowned, instinctively sensing that he could not let himself be touched by those strange flames. After his previous battle with Saitama—at least, that was what he considered it—he had begun changing his usual stationary bombardment style of fighting.
Without hesitation, he leaped backward as the Gate of Babylon opened at the same time. Countless Treasure Tools emerged from golden spatial rifts, then poured down upon the earth like a deluge, without the slightest attempt at aiming.
Gilgamesh had always fought this way. It was as if he were flaunting his extravagant wealth, crushing his enemies beneath countless Treasure Tools without any combat technique whatsoever.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Treasure Tools whose true names had not been released crashed down, producing continuous booming sounds across the ground. Rubble scattered everywhere, and even many rock formations were blasted to pieces.
"Die, you two commoners!"
Even without aiming, sheer numbers were enough to turn it into a carpet-bombing assault.
Some Treasure Tools struck the Eight Wine Cups rising into the sky and instantly turned violet, freezing in midair. Yet there were simply too many Treasure Tools, and even more continued