(Thanks to Loves Beef Ribs for the god-tier endorsement! Here's an extra chapter!)
Purple light swept across the battlefield, grinding the mountain range out of existence.
The once-towering cliffs were gone. All that remained was an empty plain.
This was Purple at 200% power. It could even reshape the terrain!
Radeus and Rudeus hovered in the air, staring down to see what state Orsted was in.
But when all the dust cleared, neither of them saw Orsted anywhere on the empty plain.
"Dead?"
Radeus frowned slightly, uncertain.
With Orsted's level of ability, could that blast of Purple have reduced him to dust?
"Hard to say. Look on the bright side-maybe!"
Rudeus said to Radeus.
He certainly hoped that last attack could have ended the battle. Orsted was too terrifying!
"Surely not. My Dharma Wheel barely even turned..."
Before Radeus could finish, his Six Eyes suddenly detected what seemed to be something behind him. He whipped his head around.
The next second, a fist the size of a sandbag struck his face, blasting him straight into the plain he had created with his own hands.
"Heh, so you carved out a graveyard for yourself?"
"How very farsighted of you!"
Orsted's voice drifted eerily from behind. Rudeus slowly turned his head to look back.
Orsted was in perfect condition, without a single wound anywhere on his body. Not even a speck of dust clung to him. He looked nothing like someone who had been hit by that blast of Purple.
"Almost forgot about you..."
Orsted tilted his head toward Rudeus, who still hadn't recovered from his shock, and smiled cruelly.
His fist swung again. 0.01 seconds later, Rudeus received the same treatment as Radeus.
Fuck your mother!
Even before Orsted sent him flying, Rudeus hadn't forgotten to furiously curse his parents.
"Orsted!!!"