At present, the Grandmaster believes that he won't be able to hold out for much longer.
Despite being a Celestial, his combat experience is quite limited. Although he enjoys watching powerful warriors fight and has accumulated some experience, this minimal experience is entirely useless against equally strong opponents.
Most importantly, many of his abilities have no effect on the Angewomon.
This is equivalent to being without hands and feet.
How long can one last fighting like this?
He can only rely on his body to withstand the attacks.
Running away isn't an option, fighting is futile, and surrendering isn't accepted, leaving the Grandmaster deeply frustrated.
While he was still pondering his next move, the Angewomon had already approached with her divine weapon.
Boom!
A dazzling pure white holy light, as bright as the midday sun, illuminated the planet, turning it into daylight. Under the radiant light, the Angewomon descended from the sky. The Grandmaster felt a chill down his spine and quickly dodged to the side.
After a loud noise, a terrifying whirlwind erupted. Within the fierce wind, the finely crafted, sharp holy sword pierced through the storm, aiming straight for the Grandmaster.
Fortunately, the Grandmaster had suffered many times before and had gained some experience. In that moment of evasion, he rolled and crawled a considerable distance away.
But before he could catch his breath, his expression changed dramatically, seeing the Angewomon, with her eight pure white wings, rapidly flying towards him. He cursed under his breath.
A resolute look flashed in his eyes.
He raised the green gemstone staff in his hand and unleashed powerful cosmic energy towards the ground. In an instant, a devastating energy beam pierced through the planet.
Boom!!
Instantly, the devastating energy shattered the planet's core, causing the surface to crack open with deep fissures from which scorching magma gushed out, turning the originally sandy yellow planet into a fiery red.
Columns of magma shot into the sky, the intense heat distorting the air.
Black smoke billowed, and the ground began to shake violently, signaling the arrival of the apocalypse.
The planet had entered its countdown to destruction.
The Angewomon, who had been chasing the Grandmaster at high speed, suddenly paused. Looking down, she saw the bottomless cracks from which magma surged, blocking her path to the Grandmaster.
Sensing the danger, the Angewomon, though emotionless and without feelings, was an advanced AI capable of analyzing threats and situations. In this scenario, she instantly made the most appropriate decision.
"Stop~"
With a light parting of her cherry lips, her clear and ethereal voice resounded.
An immense, invisible holy power swept across the planet, freezing everything in time. The countdown to the planet's destruction also came to a halt.
The Angewomon had activated her Holy Light Language Magic.
Through this powerful magic, she forced the world to a standstill, halting the impending destruction of the planet.
As a Celestial of the same rank, the Grandmaster also possessed strong time-related abilities, thus he was not greatly affected by this temporal freeze. However, he was even more astonished by the Angewomon's decisiveness and power.
Before the Grandmaster could break free from the temporal constraints, the frozen sky-high magma curtain was pierced, and a holy sword was already upon him. In disbelief, the Grandmaster watched as his head was severed.
Not only that, but the powerful holy energy destroyed his body entirely.
As the Grandmaster's ashes scattered, the Angewomon floated in the sky. After confirming his death, a massive golden magic circle appeared above her. Just as she was about to leave, she sensed a movement and glanced forward.
Her eyes showed a hint of surprise, as she saw the supposedly dead Grandmaster reappear as if time had reversed, surrounded by wisps of black energy.
He hadn't died but had resurrected.
Revived, the Grandmaster was distressed, immediately noticing the Angewomon's intense gaze. His heart sank.
Just as he feared.
The Angewomon's mission was to kill the Grandmaster. Now, having identified his resurrection ability, she, without hesitation, charged at him again.
In another fierce battle, the Angewomon once more decapitated the Grandmaster and destroyed his body.
And again, she watched as he resurrected.
At this point, the Angewomon confirmed his resurrection ability. Unable to kill him permanently, she prepared for another strategy, not being rigid in her approach.
Now began the Grandmaster's most frustrating period.
On Sakaar, Wanda and Bella sat on the spacious palace balcony, sipping Sakaar's unique wine and chatting leisurely.
Behind them, Topaz and a few soldiers stood guard.
Topaz looked like their bodyguard, not by choice, but because, as the Grandmaster's guard, all she could do was watch over these two young ladies and hope they behaved. Otherwise, with their power, no one could stop them from destroying Sakaar.
The two women, aware of this, paid her no mind.
Not far away, Hulk was feasting, enjoying Sakaar's fruits immensely.
Suddenly, Hulk paused, looking towards the two women, as the air in front of them rippled and a figure appeared, bathed in holy light. In this radiance stood the beautiful and valiant Angewomon.
At her appearance, everything seemed to lose its color.
Topaz and the soldiers nearby involuntarily knelt on one knee, overwhelmed by her presence. Under this suppression, even the strongest will could not resist.
The soldiers shivered in fear, unable to even glance forward.
Topaz was in disbelief, not at the angel's strength but at the person she held in her grasp.