"You seemed to collect a condemning rage sensation when you watched The Hair Magician?" Gilbron guessed eagerly, tapping his chin and discharging the orange energy to sleeve his entire back.
"Mighty Viscable?" The Young Man asked.
Silent was the only response revealed by The Ace Duelist, unshackling more magenta particles spread throughout the room. A worried frown splashed on Lorina's face when she perceived one of Viscable's clenched fists staggered continuously, emitting magenta energy on his palm.
Scanning at his two potential foes, observing his recent movement, The Ace Duelist giggled meekly. Afterward, the widespread particles diminished into thin air and Viscable landed in a steady standing position, rotating his sight toward The Young Man who kindled more waves of orange aura on his back.
"It seems the plan has changed," The Ace Duelist announced, spinning his hand to the left and manifesting the magenta strings that neatly attached to one of the shards on his backpack's below part.
"Wait…wait, what do you mean by that?' Lorina scolded, pressing her bemused eyebrows at The Ace Duelist.
"So….now you're going to attack us, crazy jerk!?" Lorina shouted, trembling her frightened lips
Viscable nodded and clarified sternly, "I'm getting bored watching this one-sided duel."
"I knew The Fake Actress would win without effort," Viscable spoke harshly, holding his breath shortly.
"Also, it'll be more interesting to test The Annoying Cosmic Being's durability," The Ace Duelist insisted, tilting his head to the left and raising his hand that commanded the right shard to dispatch and attached to his palm magnetically,"
Gilbron rolled his head and elevated his ignited knuckle, "Sounds wonderful, Mighty Viscable."
"Bring it on," The Young Man provoked, stepping closer to Viscable.
With Viscable and Gilbron surging the wild energy through the cocoon's inside, an infuriated growl belonging to Casmine announced loudly. Lorina shook her head in bother, darting her gaze upward, especially when the giant and radiant white silhouette of her sister's face was arrayed like a moon.
"Don't settle your matters in here, you two!!" Casmine's yelling voice echoed clearly to the inside.
Viscable grunted, "Then, send us to the abandoned factory."
"The factory where I teleported you all after the card match if you have instantaneous teleportation, Supermodel Succubus," The Ace Duelist explained, propelling the glassy shard forward and gathering the flock of magenta particles on its tip.
Casmine groaned and muttered, "Alright, alright, fine as you wish."
"Just don't start your blast here, Mighty Viscable!!" Casmine blurted out an unpleasant reminder.
"Unless you wanted to kill me, which is idiotic," Casmine teased
Uprising yellowish slime-like clothes immediately engulfed all the participants' whole bodies faster than the blink of an eye. After shrouding Viscable, Gilbron, and Lorina, the slimy clothes dispersed into thin air, ceasing their existence. The unseen cocoon also vaporized its presence from the ongoing one-sided match, picking the next place for the two-spirited fighters to test their capabilities.
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Meanwhile, on the west island of Teldrium, a rapidly growing white sparkle popped out near the abandoned factory. Moreover, the white sparkle miraculously enlarged until it evoked the cocoon to levitate, carving broadened cracked lines throughout its surface similar to broken glass.
The cocoon finally scattered into hundreds of particles, floated freely, unfolding Casmine, falling to the ground and puffing in tiresome. Across The Supermodel Succubus, who tried to get up her shivering legs, Gilbron and Viscable persistently traded their stares. She gushed a long sigh, grinning gleefully at The Young Man.
"I never expected The Mighty Jerk to be so overconfident on testing his weapon at Gilbron," Lorina commented, offering her hand toward The Supermodel Succubus who gladly accepted.
"It's like this moron didn't seem to be aware that Gilbron is way out of his league currently," Lorina added, helping her twin sister to regain a steady standing position and retrieve her hand.
Casmine whistled and said, "I know the reason."
"The Mighty Viscable failed to hold his deep anger on watching The Witch's slow and painful execution," Casmine proclaimed, luring her twin sister to heave her dumbfounded furrow.
"Wait…what did you mean by that?" The Glutton Succubus asked, raising her eyebrows further.
Casmine shook her head and grunted, "You didn't seem to pay attention to his behavior from the start."
"But since your tiny brain only cares about eating and complaining, then I shall explain it," The Supermodel Succubus teased, boiling her twin sister in anger as she gritted her incited teeth.
"Whenever he saw The Witch gotten heart, he always shook his knuckle before spreading more particles for lamenting his uncontrollable rage," The Supermodel Succubus explained, rotating her vigilant sight toward Viscable.
Casmine cleared her throat and continued, "And if there is no Gilbron, he will not be hesitant to intervene in the fight."
"Because from the bottom of his heart, he couldn't let the true love of his life die on the spot," The Supermodel Succubus assumed.
"Then, why the hell did he try to shoot Gilbron in the first place and treat it as a test?' Lorina countered.
"It's a petty way to channel his guilt and frustration," The Supermodel Succubus replied calmly. "He was a man who is very good at hiding his true emotion."
"Also, he seems aware that lashing in front of Gilbron is a meaningless and pathetic effort. Obviously, Gilbron will stop him from ever joining Galastar's fight" Casmine added and concluded her point.
"Therefore, The Mighty Viscable chose to use a gimmick where he wanted to test his weapon," The Supermodel Succubus remarked.
"He was eager to present himself as a prideful and calculative warrior rather than an uncontrollable child who didn't like seeing his precious girl die," Casmine spoke, sharpening her focus toward The Ace Duelist who siphoned the overflowing magenta particles from his wrist.
Lorina bit her lip and hummed, "Hmm…hmm….perhaps your bizarre explanation is…quite make sense."
"Maybe," Lorina mentioned.
A little trace of confusion still lingered within her sister's mind as she tilted her head back and forth, dragging Casmine to roll her eyes. Nevertheless, The Supermodel Succubus briskly crossed her arms, fixating her sight on Viscable and spotting his palm that attached the shard, staggering.
Gilbron remained enthusiastic by extending his thrilled smirk despite his opponent's weapon, the glassy shard was tightly encroached by the magenta swarm, igniting torches in his eyes. The Young Man blared a low-pitched, distorted laughter, evoking the lava-like orange aura to conceal his human form.
Even though his opponents were trying to complete his transformation, The Ace Duelist hastily slid his palm to the shard, transferring hundreds of magenta particles to be absorbed into its reflective surface. The blistering wind blew onto Viscable the longer he held the glassy shard that surged out the magenta strings, thrashing to the ground below and producing a fresh burnt mark on the ground.
Painful bleats of noise belonging to Prila abruptly trespassed the depth of Viscable thought, exhaling a constant heavy breathing. A ravaging grunt was uncontrollably liberated from The Ace Duelist's throat, discharging the marching gale as the flock of magenta particles amplified their size to the same size as his body.
The Ace Duelist winced in disappointment. Hope this is the last time...I was consumed by emotion.
"What is the maximum capability of this impressive-looking blast?" Gilbron asked joyously, banging his knuckle to his chest.
"Enough to incinerate half of the galaxy for now," The Ace Duelist bittered grimly, raising his exasperated eyebrows underneath his mask.
"Interesting information, interesting information!!" Gilbron praised, phasing his ignited fingers through his chest and contorting his low-pitched voice that resembled a broken recording.
A levitating orange orb swiftly phased through The Young man's back, flurrying the wild gale. Hence, the gale instantly squeezed his human body into a paper-thin skeleton like out of an air balloon, vacuuming it into the orb. The Ace Duelist prudently glared toward his foe, freeing a hundred magenta particles from the triangular backpack to envelop his body and forming an elastic cloth.
The wariness came upon The Ace Duelist as the orb imploded a flash that pierced through his eyes, grumbling in pain shortly. Even a shockwave from the explosion soared onto Viscable, but it didn't fling him away as the shielding cloth held his balance. Only several cracked lines sprawled on his clothes, vanishing after the shockwave and the quick flash diminishing faster than the blink of an eye to indicate Gilbron's erasure.
Instead, a shining debut of the reincarnated cosmic being, Pendoswing, was unraveled as he hopped out from the orb scattering remains, landing on the ground and eagerly lifting his legs to maintain a steady standing position. The two-foot-tall figure's presence stung The Ace Duelist's nerves, especially when his legs trembled, wincing anxiously.
Although the flock of particles on his glassy became twice as big as himself, The Ace Duelist still transferred more particles throughout his armored limbs. He also wrapped his hand that secured the glassy shard when it trembled continuously, feeling like he was lifting a giant rock with every muscle slowly breaking.
Flashing footage of the beaten Prila's being slit in the throat played into The Ace Duelist's thoughts shortly, uncontrollably digging into the horrific possibility regarding The Trophy Girl. His winced wince was cleansed as he planted a rigorous furrow. Any trepidation or wary thought was no longer invading Viscable, propelling the charged-up glassy shard for setting the potential executing blast toward The Reincarnated Cosmic Being.
Viscable plunged the hefty glassy shard and unbridled the twin magenta twisters after the shard's tip crumbled, roaring an unyielding scream. The twister rapidly mashed together into a storm that reformed into a magenta armored knight projection with a radiating body launched upward from the
Specifically, the Knight Projection carried the elongated prism sword that cast the drilling tornado that vanquished some area of the ground below and the air in its surroundings. Racing magenta sparks shone within The Knight Projection's sight, hoisting its tornado-covered sword above.
Viscable paused his scream and whispered a chant, "Incinerate this irritating cosmic being, Ace Knighted Sword."
The rigid command from its master convinced The Knight Projection to hurtle its prism sword that multiplied its height to thrice its size. Glimpsing at the descending colossal sword didn't tick any sense of danger in Pendoswing's thought as he raised his excited glance, pulling out the necklace.
Time to determine the swing. Pendoswing wrapped the glassy pendulum on his necklace and generating the cyan energy in his eyes.
Orange and yellow beams emerged through the pendulum crystal as Pendoswing stomped the ground before snapping his fingers. A multi-colored wave beckoned, expeditiously enveloping the whole island. The frantic Succubus Twins, The Knight Projection, alongside the rampaging tornado that almost impacted him, Viscable, and other living beings such as small animals like squirrels nearby became motionless, freezing time's motion.
The Reincarnated Cosmic Being gained the golden chance to execute the next move by swinging the pendulum crystal to the right, generating the white aura that folded its glossy surface. A number projection arrived above Pendoswing's head as the necklace resumed to swing smoothly.
The first swing was a great success, as a projection above rolled a number "1," especially when the pendulum crystal landed on the center. The success of the first swing encouraged The Reincarnated Cosmic Being to dangle his necklace from left to right speedily, glimmering more brightness from the white aura.
Like the previous one, the second swing showcased the swinging necklace stopped in the center, changing the number projection into "2". Two luck streaks fired the gratifying mood in Pendoswing's thought, scanning at the pendulum crystal that remained to hold the white gleam on its reflective surface.
The third swing was initiated by swaying the necklace from left to right swiftly, pausing in the middle to end the phase. The Reincarnated Cosmic Being grasped another blessing of luck for his rolling swing the white aura still blanketed the crystal's reflective surface, shifting the number projection into "3". However, the number 3 would be the last swing as the white aura diminished into thin air, teleporting the necklace to wrap around Pendoswing's neck.
"What a lucky number," The Reincarnated Cosmic Being whispered proudly, inspecting the number 3 levitating on top of his head.
Pendoswing tapped his chin and uttered, "This is already enough to stop this galaxy-destroying beam."
"Swing of Fate, it's time to introduce my spectacular ace to The Mighty Viscable," Pendoswing commanded, snapping his fingers.
A massive horde of voluminous smoke combusted from beneath the ground, roaming behind The Reincarnated Cosmic Being. A shadowy silhouette of the hairy colossal figure surfaced from the barricading smoke, glimmering its incited crimson red eyes toward the meteoric-fall tornado.
"Let the time…flow once again," Pendoswing announced, bowing his head in salute.
Therefore, the sense of motion returned to the surroundings as the gigantic tornado dove further. Sadly, the tornado landing was intercepted by the giant hand being thrust from the smoke after the colossal figure rushed forward, alerting The Ace Duelist to propel the broken glassy shard forward and firing the huge flock of magenta particles from the triangular backpack.
The Knight Projection collected all the fleeing magenta particles by shoving the tornado-sleeved sword downward, triggering Viscable to toss the glassy shard upward and roaring the low-pitch glorious cry. Regardless, the triangular backpack unbridled a new round of massive particles, bestrewing upon the lengthened prism sword's blade.
Magenta color The Ace Duelist's armor started to dim and slowly reverted to the gray one, puffing a couple of exhausted breaths as his heart rapidly raced. The dying state of his form didn't strike any hesitation in Viscable's thoughts, inspecting the clash between the colossal silhouette and the descending tornado.
A calamitous shockwave gusted from the clash, marking the vast cracking lines throughout the island's area, signaling stunned gazes on The Succubus Twin. Unlike Lorina who loomed her petrified frown, Casmine beamed with hope. She witnessed The Knight Projection sundered and transformed into a comet-like object, polymerizing its existence with the struggling tornado.
Your special move might be deadly and powerful, Mighty Viscable. However, it's not enough to match with Gilbron's ace. Casmine switched her amused look at the shadowy figure who persistently compressed the tornado's bottom part from ever reckoning the potentially destructive impact.
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