"How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" The Saint Lord, enduring the humiliation of being pierced by Robert, gradually calmed his anger under his control. He took a deep breath and said sincerely to Robert.
"You can't take the talismans from my body, nor can you kill me. Let's forget what happened today and agree to live and let live. How does that sound?"
"Live and let live?" Robert narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the Saint Lord. He didn't trust a word from this fire demon, but it seemed true that he couldn't remove the talismans from the Saint Lord, nor did he have a way to kill him.
Given the Saint Lord's immortal nature, completely defeating such a being would require overwhelming power, like the Spirit Bomb against Majin Buu or the Omni-King erasing Zamasu. Robert clearly couldn't overpower the Saint Lord like that...
"I wonder if Clark could break his immortality?" Robert thought, unaware that Clark had already seriously forced the Saint Lord to use his death-immunity.
"Indeed! Live and let live! I swear it!" The Saint Lord, eager to survive, put aside his demonic pride and solemnly promised.
After all, for a demon, pride and principles were flexible. As long as he could regain his power and return to deal with Robert later, no one would know what happened today. Not only Robert, but also Superman, who punched him here, were on his revenge list. Having lived for so many years, the Saint Lord believed he could afford to wait.
"Not so fast, let me try again..." Robert, upon hearing the Saint Lord's words, shook his head and said softly, "After all, it's not easy to find a live target like you."
"???" The Saint Lord's dragon face showed confusion, followed by intense anger. Was he being underestimated?
"Roar!" The Saint Lord couldn't contain his anger anymore. Although he had met others who could defeat him in his long life, none were as infuriating as Robert.
Whether it was the Eight Immortals, Liu Bei, or other challengers, they treated him cautiously. But Robert was different; he was treating him like a punching bag...
"Boom!" The Saint Lord's roar was cut off by Robert's punch, smashing his head into the ground with only his lower half remaining above ground.
The Saint Lord, already having lost his will to fight and only wanting to escape, was no match for Robert now. However, Robert also realized his own limit; he had reached his peak combat strength. Pushing further would only strain his body...
So, his plan to further increase his combat strength and create a powerful Qi wave to defeat the Saint Lord failed.
Yet, Robert wasn't ready to give up on the Saint Lord. He continued attacking, causing physical torment and mental struggle...
Initially, the Saint Lord couldn't tolerate the damage to his demonic body and became increasingly irritable. But now, he simply accepted his fate, lying down, too tired to fight back. He thought maybe if he let Robert have his way, he would eventually leave, and revenge could wait for another day.
What the Saint Lord didn't know was that if he had continued to fight Robert and then left the area, he might have had a chance to escape...
As Robert resumed experimenting on the Saint Lord, the surrounding abandoned houses completely collapsed, saving the cost of demolition.
"Immortality is indeed troublesome!" Robert thought, looking at the restored Saint Lord. "Killing him is impossible, and trapping him is futile unless I can seal him... Hmm? Mafuba? But I don't have a container..."
Robert thought about using the Mafuba, an effective method against immortality, but the technique required a container for sealing, which he didn't have handy. He knew how to draw the sealing charm, even directly onto the container.
"Hmm?" Just then, Robert noticed his surroundings, an abandoned residential area, and thought there might be a suitable container nearby.
Soon enough, Robert's eyes lit up. He had found a suitable container, a nearly intact rice cooker – perfect for the Mafuba! He telekinetically brought the rice cooker over, punched the Saint Lord into the ground, and then drew the Mafuba seal on the rice cooker, forming the words "Great Demon" with his Qi.
"It's useless. Why won't you give up? Your combat power might be stronger than mine, but as a human, you'll never understand how hard it is to kill a demon like me..." As Robert was drawing the seal, the Saint Lord lay underground, not even bothering to stand up, but instead trying to persuade Robert to let him go.
"Okay, come out!" Robert placed the rice cooker on the ground and beckoned the Saint Lord with a lure.
"Hmm? Are you serious?" The Saint Lord's eyes brightened, and he quickly flew out, excitedly saying, "I knew it! There's no deep hatred between us, why should it come to this?"
"You have a point, but I have one last move. If you can withstand it, we'll call it even. How about that?" Robert looked at the Saint Lord earnestly and asked with a smile.
To prevent the Saint Lord from escaping the Mafuba, Robert decided to stabilize his mindset first...
"Last move?" The Saint Lord frowned, looked around, saw the rice cooker but didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just debris from the battle. After observing Robert and finding nothing amiss, he nodded, saying, "Alright! I accept your challenge. But promise me, after this move, you won't attack me again and let me leave!"
"Sure, if this move fails, I'll let you go," Robert agreed without hesitation.
"Then bring it on!" The Saint Lord, relieved, shouted excitedly, "Don't hold back!"
For the Saint Lord, the stronger Robert's move, the better, as he would be less harmed and might even trigger his death immunity!
"Don't worry! I won't hold back!" Robert's Qi exploded, forming a Mafuba-colored stream and then launched it towards the Saint Lord.
"Hmm?" The Saint Lord, seeing the Mafuba coming, felt uneasy, sensing a different kind of danger but not the threat of death.
Before he could react, the Mafuba hit him, causing him to lose control and spin wildly. His power was suppressed, and the twelve talismans inside him trembled violently.
"Damn it! What have you done? You know how to seal? You want to seal me?!" The Saint Lord, familiar with this uncontrollable state, panicked and raged. He had been sealed for countless years and didn't want to experience it again.
"Damn it! Do you know how long I've been sealed? Do you know how hard I fought for freedom? I won't let you seal me!"
The Saint Lord's words fell as his power surged, trying to break free from the Mafuba.
Unfortunately, his power was no match for Robert at his limit. Escaping the Mafuba was easier said than done.
There were ways to break the Mafuba, like Mafuba reversal, third-party interference, or the caster's exhaustion. But none applied here; the Saint Lord's efforts were futile, much like when he couldn't escape Liu Bei's seal.
"Go!" Under Robert's control, the Saint Lord's power was suppressed to the limit. Robert flicked his hand, sending the Saint Lord with the Mafuba into the rice cooker. If he entered, he would be sealed again, this time potentially forever.
"No! I'd rather die than be sealed again!" As the Saint Lord saw his brief freedom slipping away, he roared angrily. The twelve talismans, not fully integrated and still uncontrolled, exploded under his command...
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