That invincible, cataclysmic Gods Avatar was injured?
Was one of its arms severed by this suddenly appearing, unknown Monster, using a method similar to how it previously erased Allen?!
"Impossible." Drive Knight's electronic voice for the first time showed a distortion-like fluctuation.
Bang's hand, which was stroking his beard, completely froze, his aged eyes filled with shock.
Atomic Samurai's toothpick once again fell to the ground.
Tatsumaki's pupils contracted to their limit, her breathing almost stopping.
Saitama also widened his eyes, showing a surprised expression: "Oh? Impressive!"
The Monster' side fell into even greater chaos.
Gouketsu's four eyes almost popped out of his sockets: "God is injured?"
Black Sperm's countless heads shrieked simultaneously: "Erase! It's the power of erasure!"
"Just like that big guy up there!"
"It can do it too!"
"Terrifying! Too terrifying!"
Centipede Elder twisted its massive body uneasily, Gums made gurgling sounds, and Pochy crouched low, its tail tucked tightly.
On the Moon, the Gods Avatar's severed arm squirmed, seemingly trying to re-form an arm, but some cold power hindered its regeneration, and the arm was slow to recover.
Its faceless face for the first time seriously looked at the Monster on the ground, and in its indifferent gaze, there seemed to be a hint of unprecedented solemnity... and a very subtle hint of scrutiny.
It was analyzing, trying to understand this suddenly appearing existence that could use a power similar to its own source.
And that Monster, after delivering that world-shattering blow, seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, the dark red Veins glow on its body slightly dimmed.
That Monster was a new form that Allen had transformed into after being absolutely erased, combining Phoenix Man's Nirvana Rebirth, the super learning ability exchanged with traversal points, and various other abilities.
The dark red energy Veins glow on its body was slightly dim, clearly indicating that the rule-infused strike just now had consumed a significant amount of energy. Its smooth, bone-white mask was expressionless, with only two crimson slits coldly staring back at God, as if it had merely fulfilled a trivial duty.
Bang's aged face was a mix of shock and vigilance. He supported Tatsumaki and said in a deep voice, "The situation is becoming increasingly bizarre. It's hard to tell if this thing is friend or foe."
Tatsumaki's emerald eyes stared intently at the Monster's back. The cold, dead aura made her extremely uncomfortable, yet the image of that erasing strike and a certain figure's defiant god-slaying posture overlapped in her mind, bringing a sharp pang of trepidation and confusion.
She violently shook her head and gritted her teeth, "Whatever it is, as long as it's focused on that bastard up there right now!"
Atomic Samurai's hand gripped his sword hilt tightly, his knuckles white: "While they're in a standoff, perhaps we can..."
"Don't act rashly!" Blast's voice came through his faceplate, with unprecedented seriousness. "Their level is completely different now. Rashly intervening will only get us crushed by the aftershocks. Wait, observe."
On the Moon, the Gods Avatar's scrutiny seemed to yield results. It no longer tried to regenerate its arm. Its remaining single arm slowly lifted, fingers splayed, pointing at Allen on the ground.
This time, there was no grand spectacle, but everyone felt a deeper, more fundamental rule being mobilized.
Space no longer twisted, light no longer dimmed; instead, everything seemed to be perfectly normal. An absolute, "correct" field of order silently descended, enveloping Allen.
This force field was not destructive, but rather "corrective," forcibly "formatting" existences that defied God's rules, bringing them into its absolute framework of order.
The bone-white mask of the Monster that Allen had transformed into rotated slightly, and the crimson slits flickered.
He seemed to understand this power. He slowly raised his arm, covered in obsidian cuticles, and splayed his fingers. Dark red energy Veins lit up, but this time, the energy did not explode; instead, it flowed and wove in an extremely complex manner in his palm, constructing a tiny but equally rule-infused counter-force field of "order."
Two invisible fields of order silently collided in mid-air.
There was no explosion, no flash, not even a sound.
But all observers felt a strong dizziness and nausea, as if the very foundation of their existence had been disturbed. Some mentally weaker individuals even began to experience cognitive confusion, unable to distinguish reality from illusion.
This was a confrontation at the rule level, silent, yet extremely perilous.
The Gods Avatar's field of order was vast, precise, and irresistible, like the movement of the universe.
Allen's counter-force field, however, appeared more savage, filled with a cold, unyielding, and absolute power that denied everything.
After a brief stalemate, the Gods Avatar's force field began to show subtle cracks. Allen's order became even more dominant; it used brute force against skill, forcibly tearing apart and negating God's "correctness."
The Gods Avatar's body trembled slightly.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Allen moved!
His figure instantly blurred, not by relying on speed, but more like directly merging into the cracks of space. In the next instant, he had already appeared near the Moon's orbit, facing the Gods Avatar from a distance!
"So fast!" Flash's pupils contracted. He, who excelled in speed, couldn't even clearly see the trajectory of movement.
"It's not speed, it's spatial movement!" Blast said in a deep voice, his gaze under the mask extremely grave.
On the Moon, the Monster that Allen had transformed into and the Gods Avatar were only a few thousand meters apart, which was practically face-to-face on a cosmic scale.
The Gods Avatar's remaining single arm swung out fiercely, its withered fingers tracing an eerie trajectory. Countless pale chains, formed purely of rules, reappeared, but this time, the chains were not entwined with wails, but with various fundamental cosmic law runes representing confinement, decomposition, decay, and nothingness, covering Allen like a deluge.
Allen did not dodge. His arm, covered in cuticles, suddenly swelled, and dark red energy surged like boiling magma. He threw a punch!
Wherever the fist passed, space shattered inch by inch. The pale chains, imbued with complex laws, shattered and dissipated like fragile glass. Absolute power brutally crushed intricate rules!
The punch's momentum continued, heading straight for the Gods Avatar's face!
The Gods Avatar retreated rapidly, and at the same time, the twisted prism barrier reappeared in front of it.
Allen's fist heavily struck the barrier!
Crack—!
A teeth-grinding sound of shattering echoed through the silent vacuum of space. The prism barrier was actually covered in cracks by that single punch!
The Gods Avatar seemed to have been impacted, its withered body drifting backward.
Allen pressed his advantage. The crimson slits on his bone-white mask erupted with terrifying light. He unleashed both arms, with punches, palms, fingers, and claws, attacking like a torrential storm!
Each strike contained terrifying power capable of pulverizing stars, as well as that cold, negating power of rules!
The Gods Avatar struggled to block with its single arm, constantly setting up layers of spatial barriers and rule defenses, but it was continuously forced back and its defenses shattered under Allen's furious assault!
Everyone on the battlefield looked up, dumbfounded, at the unimaginable close-quarters combat near the Moon.
The subtle energy fluctuations overflowing from each collision made them, far away on Earth, feel a terrifying palpitation.
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