Thunder King Beetle

"Lost? How could I be the one who lost?" Sonic's expression was calm, his eyes gleaming with a deep, unwavering light.

Hiddink said nothing. Something was very wrong with the Sonic before him, and that air of absolute confidence made him uneasy.

Just then, Major General Bonaparte and the others caught up from behind.

They had not intended to jump down, but staying atop the cliff offered no way out either. Ink-black fog surrounded them, so thick they could not see their own hands. With no retreat behind them, they had thought it over and decided to trust the judgment of the two Legendary powerhouses.

"Oh? Everyone's here?" Sonic gave a mocking laugh, sweeping a contemptuous glance over the new arrivals.

"Hmph! You're at death's door, and you still dare act so arrogant!" Sonic's contempt set hot-tempered Grand Knight Commander Frederick's blood boiling. With two Legendary powerhouses at his side, he no longer feared Sonic and shot back at once. But he knew better than to charge in; for all his defiance, he stayed where he was.

Nikolayevich had remained silent, his face colder and more austere than before. He raised a hand to cut off the exchange. "He's trying to buy time. No more talk. Attack."

Yet Nikolayevich did not move. Instead, he looked at Hiddink, clearly waiting for him to strike first.

Hiddink's face was equally impassive. He did not refuse. "Sonic, we've fought each other for decades. Today, I'll put an end to it with my own hands."

He raised both hands before his chest. A gold medallion hanging around his neck floated up on its own, rippling with spatial Psychic Energy.

The medallion was a storage item. As Hiddink's Psychic Energy activated it, a rift opened in the space above it. A white sphere the size