"O sovereign! Mask of flesh and blood, all creation, soaring wings, that which bears the name of humanity! Scorching heat and strife, surge south across the sea, march onward! Destructive Art 31: Red Fire Cannon!"
As Odin chanted, Reiatsu gathered in his palm, and an even fiercer flame appeared before him.
Boom!
An even louder explosion rang out, gouging a chunk out of the rocky mountain. This time, it left a crater three meters across.
Ponzu stood at a distance and said in a flat, wooden tone, "That's just ridiculous."
A three-meter crater was certainly impressive, far beyond anything she could do.
But compared with Odin's Aura Bullets, the difference was plain to see.
Odin looked at the crater, somewhat surprised himself.
The incantation had increased its destructive power considerably, but it still fell well short of his expectations.
"All right, all right, I didn't know its destructive power would be this lousy either. Lose that look," Odin said helplessly to Ponzu.
Unwilling to give up, Odin tried again.
"O sovereign, mask of flesh and blood, all creation, soaring wings, that which bears the name of humanity, truth and restraint, stand with claws and fangs alone upon the dream wall that knows no sin. Destructive Art 33: Blue Firefall!"
Reiatsu condensed into a blue flame, colder than Red Fire Cannon, but with a stronger oppressive presence.
He thrust his hand forward.
Blue Firefall shot out and struck another rock.
Boom!
Another explosion rang out, leaving a hole one meter across and three meters deep.
Its penetrating power was greater than Red Fire Cannon's, but its destructive power still fell short of an Aura Bullet.
Odin looked down at his hand.
Damn!
Reiatsu simply wasn't suited to destruction. It should be used to nourish the soul.
"That's my limit," Odin said