Granolah expressionlessly at the three surviving members of the Heeters Family and spoke coldly.
"What's wrong? Don't you even remember your enemy?"
He paused, his tone so flat it betrayed no emotion, yet it sent a chill down the spines of the three, including Elec.
"Oh, no, I was your subordinate for the past few decades..."
Granolah approached slowly, her long, pure white scarf fluttering in the wind, and the high-tech-looking scope above her right eye flashed an ominous red light.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. It's all preordained that I've met you all here today."
"Since Hell can't punish you, I'll take care of it myself."
He stopped and looked down at the three people who were now in dire straits.
"Any last words?"
Elec's face was extremely grim. He stared intently at Granolah, gritting his teeth as he forced out the words.
"It was you! You destroyed the Dragon Ball?"
Granolah neither answered nor denied it.
He simply took a small, disc-shaped machine from his waist.
This was the simple Dragon Radar that he had tinkered with on New Namek after being inspired by the Earth Dragon Balls Dragon Radar, using the Dragon Ball he came into contact with, and with the help of Oatmeel.
Although the signal tracking accuracy was very rough, there were only two Dragon Ball on Planet Cereal, so finding them didn't take too much effort.
Granolah stared coldly at Elec, and at the makeshift Dragon Radar in his hand.
"There is no longer any need for the Dragon Ball."
His voice was flat.
"Just like the so-called strongest, one is enough!"
The moment the words left his mouth.
Snap!
In front of Elec and the others, he suddenly clenched his fingers and crushed the Dragon Radar, which they didn't recognize at all, into powder with his bare hands.
Silver dust drifted away in the wind from between his fingers.
Elec's heart, along with the dust, sank into an abyss.
Just then, Jass, who had been silent all along, moved.
He silently stepped forward, blocking his two older brothers, and stood in front of Granolah with a cold expression.
His body, naturally, retains the posture of the former "number one in the universe".
Of course, his power also stopped at the moment of death. The dead have no lifespan, so there will never be a situation where lifespan is exchanged for the strongest power again.
Jass sensed the almost explosive anger emanating from his elder Elec. He said nothing, but silently unleashed his strongest power!
boom--!!!!
A terrifying aura soared into the sky, causing the mountain peak beneath their feet to crack inch by inch, and countless fragments of rock were swept into the sky!
If it were the Granolah of the past, she would surely have been awestruck by this immense power.
But now...
In an instant, Jass's figure vanished from its spot, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, heading straight for Granolah's face!
That cold face remained completely expressionless.
Just as Jass's fist, powerful enough to destroy a planet, was about to touch Granolah...
A beam of light, moving at incredible speed, suddenly flashed by.
Jass's figure, like a kite with a broken string, fell from mid-air without warning!
Bang!
He crashed heavily to the ground, one hand clutching his other arm, which had been pierced, blood gushing from between his fingers. His face was filled with incomprehensible horror and bewilderment.
He looked down at Jass, who lay hunched over in a pool of blood, his face filled with disbelief.
"I said, there can only be one so-called strongest."
"The past and the present are ultimately incomparable..."
As Granolah declared, several more beams of light shot out mercilessly from his clasped fingers!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The sonic boom that tore through the air was sharp and piercing, and the beam of light pierced through Jass's legs and his only remaining left arm with pinpoint accuracy!
Granolah's precise strike did not kill Jass, but it cleverly deprived him of all mobility.
"Ughhhhh--!"
The once arrogant Jass, his face contorted with extreme pain and resentment, collapsed heavily to his knees in a pool of blood, like a lump of mud!
The excruciating pain contorted his face, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably. His former pride as "number one in the universe" was utterly trampled underfoot at this moment.
Elec and Oil, who were hiding in the back, suddenly narrowed their eyes.
They never imagined that even though Jass had died once and his power remained at its peak, he would be completely powerless against Granolah!
How is that possible?!
In their limited understanding, even if Granolah obtained the strongest power through the Dragon Ball, it would only be slightly stronger than the former "strongest Jass," which should be a very limited level.
It is absolutely impossible for such a one-sided, overwhelming situation to occur where the victim has no chance of resistance!
They were unaware, of course, that during the long period of their deaths, the so-called "strongest" combat power had expanded to a terrifying level that was completely beyond their comprehension!
Granolah walked slowly to the pool of blood.
He deliberately left Jass intact except for his limbs, in order to inflict maximum "punishment" and torture on the murderer who had killed his mother.
After coldly observing Jass's miserable state, Granolah's emotionless gaze slowly fell upon the horrified Elec and Oil.
"Well then, it's your turn!"
The simple dialogue, coupled with the deathly gaze, pushed the atmosphere of fear on the battlefield to a climax.
Granolah slowly raised her arm again, extending her two fingers together.
The auxiliary sight " Oatmeel " on his right eye began to flash red, locking onto the target, flickering in and out of the smoke like a countdown to death.
Sensing death approaching, Elec and Oil were terrified.
Without hesitation, the two unleashed their full power, intending to split up and flee for their lives in two completely different directions!
However, they were completely unable to escape Oatmeel's capture.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Several more deadly energy beams shot out from his fingertips, tracing eerie and precise zigzag lines in the air.
"Ah--!"
"Ugh!"
The two who had fled into the air let out a scream in unison as they plummeted straight down, crashing heavily beside Jass.
Neat and tidy.
The three brothers of the Heeters Family were "reunited" amidst a pool of blood.
Elec slammed heavily onto the rocks, the excruciating pain from the precise piercings in his joints shattering his pride and composure.
Looking at Jass, whose limbs were crippled and convulsing beside him, and Oil, who was clutching his wound and wailing on the other side, a true fear from the depths of his soul finally surfaced in his eyes.
Jass, unwilling to give up, braced his chin against the ground, his scarlet eyes fixed on Granolah.
He attempted to use his remaining energy to condense an energy spear in mid-air for a final sneak attack.
Granolah simply raised her hand casually.
Smack
He smashed the newly formed energy spear and then stomped Jass's head hard into the ground.
"The blood debt you owe Planet Cereal will be repaid with your lives today."
Seeing that death was inevitable, Elec suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, attempting to provoke Granolah with vicious words.
"Hahaha! You think killing us will change anything?"
"You're destined to be nothing more than a pathetic survivor who's been treated like a dog by us for decades!"
Granolah's gaze remained completely unmoved.
He conjured a blinding, destructive light at his fingertips and aimed it at Elec's brow.
So what?
"Now it's you who are crawling on the ground, barely clinging to life like dogs."
"Take your ambitions and go to Hell to savor them!"