In its frenzied attack-speed mode, Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands kept up its ora barrage for a full five minutes, kicking up enough dust to form a thick smog that could sweep across a continent.
Only after "Psykorochi" below had been beaten beyond any resemblance to a snake did it sit upright amid golden auspicious clouds of dust, its hands still forming a seal, looking solemnly merciful.
Master Jo, the lighting technician who had done nothing but provide lighting throughout, took a deep breath, his chest swelling high!
Normal Series-
"Normal Blow"!
With one "Normal Blow," the dust filling the sky looked as though its layer had been deleted with a single click in Photoshop, rushing toward the distant sea at supersonic speed and blasting apart the waves raised by the aftermath of their battle in midair, turning them into a torrential downpour!
Black Sperm and Platinum Sperm, relegated to background props, watched in utter disbelief. A single breath had somehow delivered the feel of a massed artillery saturation bombardment.
Who would believe that a tsunami capable of submerging half the coastal cities had been smashed apart by shells made of dust, snuffed out before it could even begin in such a humiliating fashion!
The two monsters on the payroll exchanged a glance, each gaining another insight.
Their boss really could talk big. He had to be an expert at making empty promises!
The dust cleared.
Only then did the battered ground of the Abandoned Zone finally reveal its true appearance.
The streets and buildings, already devastated by the collapse of the Monster Association's base, had now vanished entirely. With the force-field wall Josen had set up as the boundary, the difference in elevation between the Abandoned Zone and urban Z City had reached an astonishing several hundred