Gret's eight tentacles attacked at the same time from eight different angles. The dense pink tentacles fell on Mule like a violent storm. The speed was so fast that it faintly produced the rhythm of the continuous skills in The King of Fighters.
However, Mule didn't even hide.
He stood there with his arms still folded in front of his chest, letting the eight tentacles of Gret slap on his body for a whole round.
Those tentacles slapped on his skin, leaving not even the slightest red mark. Instead, they were the suction cups of several Gret tentacles, which caused a dull pain due to the force naturally emitted from the surface of Mule's skin.
Not to mention Gret who has less than 2 Combat Power, even Universe Emperor who has Combat Power over 100 million like Frieza stands here in person and punches Mule with all his strength, the most he can do is scratch his itch.
The gap between God of Destruction-level characters and ordinary people cannot be measured by numbers.
A set of combos was completed quickly, from start to finish in less than ten seconds.
Gret retracted his eight numb tentacles, took two steps back panting, and raised his eyes to look at the unscathed little red-skinned man in front of him.
He found that the other party had not even changed his standing posture, his arms were still folded in front of his chest leisurely, and the sneer smile on his face was a little thicker than before.
"Is this your offline combo? The eight tentacles combined are not as high as the damage of one light punch of your character in the game. It really disappoints me... The King of Fighters champion, that's it?" Mule curled his lips, stretched out his little red palm, aimed at Gret's head, and slapped him lightly.
"Crack!"
Gret's round octopus head and his entire body were turned into a flat pink meat pie on the spot under Mule's careless slap.
Blue blood slowly seeped out from the squeezed and deformed tissue, spreading a small patch of irregular blue water stains on the ground.
Gret never figured out the simplest question until his death.
He just won the championship in the Star King of Fighters competition. Every match from the group stage to the finals was a fair and just online confrontation. There was no cheating, no scolding, or any unfair means in the whole process...
As a result, in reality, a player he had never met personally came to his door and slapped him into a meat pie.
What makes him even more worried is that the true identity of this player is God of Destruction from the universe.
And the reason why this God of Destruction personally came to fight with him offline was simply because he was tortured by him online for a whole afternoon.
Ten seconds later.
"Destruction!"
Mule jumped back into the spherical cockpit of Mosco, and the hatch closed behind him, making a heavy mechanical meshing sound.
He spoke these two words coldly through Mosco's external loudspeaker, and then Mosco's pair of dark red electronic eyes suddenly glowed.
A stream of purple-red Destruction Energy that was so rich that it was almost solidified, ejected from the core of Mosco's chest, and blasted toward the surface of Carlosia's feet with God of Destruction force fluctuations that exceeded all normal speeds.
Destruction Energy hit the core of the planet.
The entire pale pink beautiful planet disintegrated simultaneously at this moment...
The atmosphere was evaporated into nothingness, the earth's crust was shattered into billions of pieces, and the magma and star core materials were completely decomposed into the most basic light particles driven by Destruction Energy.
All those pale pink velvet grasses on the planet, those crystal clear lakes, those cities that Gret once dreamed of bringing trophies back to show to their families, as well as every living life on them, were all reduced to nothingness under this blow.
Carlosians probably never dreamed that the reason for the destruction of their home planet had nothing to do with any political conflicts, resource plundering, or interstellar wars...
Their planet was wiped out from the universe just because there was a young man among them who was particularly good at fighting as the King of Fighters, and this young man tortured Universe 3's God of Destruction online for an entire afternoon, causing this God of Destruction to lose more than double digits.
Just because of such a thing, a planet with life that has existed for billions of years, together with the civilization that has developed on it for tens of thousands of years, has completely turned into a ball of gradually cooling interstellar dust in the universe.
"It's so enjoyable... Beating people offline is definitely much more enjoyable than beating up combos online." Mule sat in the cockpit of Mosco, looking at the once pale pink planet through the holographic screen. Now where there is only a dark red energy aftermath that is slowly spreading, there is an extremely satisfied smile on his face.
If I, the King of Fighters, can't beat you, can I still beat you in person?
If I can't beat you online, I won't delete you as a person. I'll permanently delete you from the universe along with the entire planet. Let's see how you torture me in the next life.
Dare to provoke this God of Destruction?
You deserve to die!
Mule glanced at the completely empty star field for the last time without any intention of nostalgia. He pushed and pulled the control panel with his hands, and the huge body of Mosco turned around. The purple-red destructive flame rekindled on the surface of the body, preparing to return to Universe 3's God of Destruction Realm.
On the way back, Mule leaned on the soft seat of the spherical cockpit, humming a tune and tapping his fingers leisurely on the control panel.
The Destruction Energy shot just now was so clean that it took the entire planet less than ten seconds from receiving the destruction command to completely disappearing. The efficiency was so high that even he admired himself.
While he was humming, Mule's eyes inadvertently glanced at the holographic screen on the right side of Mosco's main control panel, which was used to display the vital signs of family members, and then his breathing suddenly stopped.
On the holographic screen, the vital signs icon belonging to his son Merus, which should have been flashing a steady green signal, was now flashing eerily with an extremely ominous dark red frequency.
Mule's eyes widened, his pupils shrank sharply, and his originally calm face instantly turned extremely pale.
He knows the color...
In the vital sign monitoring system of Mosco, green represents normal survival, yellow represents injury but not life-threatening, and red represents that vital signs have been completely interrupted.
Turning red has only one meaning...
The target's life signal has completely disappeared from the universe.
Either they were completely wiped out, even their souls were wiped out.
Either the soul is still there, but the body has been destroyed.
And the soul is in a state of absolute isolation from any means of communication.
Either way, it means something big has happened to his son.
This shouldn't be... it just doesn't make sense.
Didn't my son go to Universe 11?
Didn't you go out to practice with the trainee god of destruction named Toppo from Universe 11?
Two interns God of Destruction travel together, with God of Destruction's strength by their side, and Universe 11 God of Destruction Belmod's adult background backing them up, what accident can happen?
Who in the entire universe, other than the official God of Destruction and Angel, can pose a threat to the two interns God of Destruction at the same time?
Could it be that... my son is already dead?