"Hah... hah…"
"You damn brat! You damn brat!!!"
Gasping for breath, Demon king Piccolo hovered in the air, his face twisted with rage.
His body was covered in all sorts of wounds, making him look utterly miserable. Despite having long since abandoned any underestimation of Yuujin, Demon king Piccolo never expected him to be this powerful—to the point of pushing him into such a desperate state.
In the world he ruled, there could be no existence capable of threatening him, so he had to kill him! He absolutely had to kill him!!!
"Is this already your limit, Demon king Piccolo?"
Breathing a bit heavily as well, Yuujin looked at him with a mocking expression.
After fighting for several hours straight, even Yuujin was beginning to feel a bit tired.
But it wasn't the battle itself that was exhausting—it was the act…
It's like when you could easily squash an ant with one step, but you deliberately spend hours fighting it. Even if your body isn't tired, your mind surely is.
But he had no choice; he had to finish the scene he'd started, even if he was reluctant.
For the sake of his future plans and goals, Yuujin needed all humanity to acknowledge him as a god, to genuinely respect him, love him, fear him, and even worship him!
It was Yuujin who had orchestrated Demon king Piccolo's release. Worried that Piccolo's power might have weakened too much after centuries of imprisonment, Yuujin had even given him a precious Esenji to restore his strength. He let the world fall into darkness, all for the purpose of stepping up as a hero in the critical moment, to fight Demon king Piccolo, defeat him, and then save the world.
In truth, everything that had happened so far was just one part of Yuujin's plan!
If Yuujin had taken Demon king Piccolo down in a single move, people wouldn't have felt much about it. They would have thought that Demon king Piccolo wasn't all that terrifying after all, and perhaps they, too, could have become heroes or gods, capable of saving the world. Some extremists might even have resented Yuujin.
"Aren't you supposed to be a god?" they'd question. "Aren't you supposed to be Earth's guardian? So why did you show up so late? Where were you all this time?"
"All those who died because of Demon king Piccolo—they're on you!"
To avoid these complications and achieve the optimal effect, Yuujin had to put on a hard-fought, grueling battle against Demon king Piccolo!
Not only did it have to appear difficult, but he needed to make the fight seem as exaggerated and dangerous as possible. Only at the last moment, when he barely managed to overcome Demon king Piccolo, could he be hailed as the hero who saved the world!
This was the work of a director, of a mastermind. Although it was a simple affair, he had to make it intricate and complex, and even Yuujin was a bit tired of it all.
But after several hours, it should be about time to wrap things up, right? Dragging it out further would start to feel forced.
Plus, Demon king Piccolo seemed to be reaching the end of his patience; he'd likely go all-out soon.
Sure enough—
"You brat, as that man's successor, a mere new god who has pushed me to this extent, you should feel proud."
"But it all ends here!"
"Using this technique will shorten my life, but as long as I kill you, there'll be no one left in this world to stop me!"
Clenching his fists, Demon king Piccolo's energy surged wildly, even giving off sparks of electricity that crackled around his body.
"What... what is that?"
"I-I don't know, but it looks terrifying."
"Lord God, please don't lose!"
Watching the live broadcast, even those unversed in martial arts felt a dangerous aura from Demon king Piccolo, and they all silently prayed for Yuujin—for their god.
"Demon king Piccolo, are you going to throw your life away?!"
Feigning a look of terror, Yuujin seemed to realize something.
It was just an act...
"As long as I can kill you, it'll all be worth it!"
"Hahahahahaha!!!!"
"Die! Die! Just die!!!"
With a loud, crazed laugh, a blinding pillar of energy shot into the sky from Demon king Piccolo as its center.
Then—
Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The enormous energy beam expanded and expanded, obliterating everything it touched. Even Hao Siqi and Princess Serpent felt threatened by this attack and hurriedly retreated from the battlefield.
And across the world, as everyone watched the broadcast, they heard a thunderous explosion, followed by a gigantic fiery mushroom cloud rising above the city of Kaiselukin, as if it had been hit by dozens of nuclear bombs.
That awe-inspiring, dramatic scene would forever be etched in their minds!!!
"A m-monster… a monster…"
"Even Lord God couldn't have survived against a creature like that…"
"L-Lord God isn't dead, right?"
"Damn it, what was the outcome?"
Tension, apprehension, anticipation, and prayer…
At this moment, the hearts of people all over the world were tightly gripped as they stared intently at the broadcast.
The chaotic scene lasted for a long time. Eventually, the image on the screen cleared once more.
However, as the viewers took in the scene, a chill washed over them, and even those criminals and thugs who worshipped Demon king Piccolo turned pale.
Kaiselukin… was gone; the entire city of Kaiselukin was gone!
A vast wasteland, with only a massive crater stretching thousands of meters wide in the footage!
What kind of unimaginable power was this!!!
"Ah… a-aah…"
"Gone… the city is gone!"
"Even Lord God couldn't have survived that kind of explosion."
"It's over; our world is over…"
"Hahaha… it turns out that Demon king Piccolo is truly invincible!"
"All hail Demon king Piccolo! All hail Demon king Piccolo!"
Shattered hope left many people collapsing to the ground in tears, while others—thugs who had snapped back to reality—shouted with joy, cheering Demon king Piccolo's name.
Earlier, they'd almost thought Demon king Piccolo would lose!
But at that moment—
"Hey, look!"
The broadcast zoomed in, and someone noticed something.
"It's Lord God! Lord God is still alive!"
"Lord God survived!"
"Hahaha, there's still hope for our world!"
Yuujin's figure reappeared, looking extremely worn out, but this sight rekindled the hope in those who had lost it.
He was still alive; their god was still alive; their world still had hope!
To be continued...
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