A long time passed before the mushroom cloud finally subsided.
Once the smoke and dust cleared, an enormous crater came into view.
It looked as though a colossal giant had taken a bite out of the desert.
From the ground nearby, it was impossible to see the crater in its entirety. After all, it was at least several kilometers across.
At the bottom of the crater, the loose sand stirred, and Randall rose out of it.
"Cough, cough—ptooey! Seriously, it'd be nice if skills came with a setting that kept them from hurting the user."
Randall muttered to himself.
Then he stood up and looked around, only to find that his surroundings resembled a valley.
He clicked his tongue, stunned by the power of his own move.
The key was that this move was still nowhere near its limit.
Once his strength improved and his control reached another level, he could pack in more energy and unleash even greater power—several times greater, even!
"Hey! We both have Observation Haki. Who do you think you're fooling, Golden Lion?"
Randall looked toward a patch of ground and curled his lip in mockery.
Before his words had faded, that patch of ground exploded, and a golden-haired demon flew out of it.
Still, putting on an act cost nothing.
What if it worked?
It was just that this brat was unexpectedly free of the rashness typical of young people.
Though Golden Lion wasn't dead, his condition couldn't have been worse.
The greatest blow to his fighting strength was his right arm, which hung at an unnatural angle.
Oto floated beside him.
His Two-Sword Style had abruptly become a one-sword style.
A sword that wasn't held in his hand didn't count as a sword.
"What the hell was that? It was even more powerful than