"Impressive move, Mighty Viscable," Pendoswing uttered snarkily, wrapping his fingers and gazing at the sundering tornado.
Nonetheless, Pendoswing snapped his fingers and commanded the shadowy giant figure to flick the flaring orange gleams within its eyes. The blistering surge of orange energy emanated from its giant figure palms that held the tornado that was on the brink of falling to the ground
The Giant Silhouette hastily clapped the tornado, evoking a vast shockwave throughout the island. It even slightly blew away The Succubus Twin's balance as they fell to the ground after receiving the marching pressure of the shockwave. Luckily, they dug their clawed hands into the sands, preventing them from being flung by it.
The Ace Duelist exhaled a frustrated gasp as he withdrew the glassy shard, pinning his sight in worriedness at the humongous tornado crumbling piece by piece by The Giant's hand. Despite his heartbeat going faster like a person running for a day, Viscable desperately tumbled downward by kicking the air below.
He landed on the ground, sneering his sight at the tornado's spot and unshackling his shivered jaw after glimpsing at the giant silhouette. He even gushed the petrified puff the longer witnessing the magenta tornado fractured into smithereens, leaving no visible traces noticeable in his sight.
Viscable grunted and whispered, "The…monster he summoned just shattered my blast without effort."
"Damn it, I'm still far beyond his level!!!" Viscable cursed in complete disgust, slamming his fist to the ground.
Barricading smoke hindering The Giant Silhouette was absorbed into its stomach until it no longer showed its leftovers. Furthermore, it shone a mixture of orange and blue light through its body that dispersed faster than the blink of an eye, persuading Pendoswing to levitate in the front.
"Thanks to your splendid performance on displaying that powerful blast, I could finally show you my loyal cosmic servant's true appearance," Pendoswing uttered relaxedly,
"Panderyox!!" Pendoswing raised his eager voice from the top of his lungs.
Therefore, the giant named Panderyox fixated its furious red lantern-like eyes on The Ace Duelist. More specifically, the white giant maintained its pale-white head that closely resembled a male lion with its hair igniting the scorching combination of ocean blue and sun-orange flames.
Golden-chained collars strapped on Panderyox's bright orange neck, reflecting the partying yellowish flashes like a firework through The Ace Duelist's eyes briefly. Sparkling golden furs inhabited the sides of the Giant's hardened white muscular body, emanating the tiny blue star spots on its arms.
Two sets of black metallic gauntlets were strapped on The Giant's forehands, extracting the elongated crimson claws that even touched the ground below. A large black bracelet burning construct tightly wrapped on Panderyox's left arm, combusting the tiny flare strings dancing around its arm.
Panderyox moved forward with its glistening navy blue crocodile-like legs, showcasing the bubbling orange orbs latching on its knees. A lengthy burst of yellowish flaming swarm was planted on The Giant's middle below spot, acting as its tail, especially when it created the chunky blue metal ball on its tip.
So this is it…The Annoying Cosmic Being's favorite, Beast. Viscable bowed his head submissively and shaking his clenched fists.
Even worse, this bizarre-looking monster's not even hurt in the first place. The Ace Duelist pounded the ground with his fists.
At first, The Ace Duelist hopelessly groaned as Panderyox took one step forward, freeing its mouth and gathering hundreds of orange fiery particles The contorting noise of the lashing electricities finally lured Viscable to lift his head. He heedfully glanced at his suit, realizing the magenta color was constantly blinking like a dying light.
Viscable puffed his hefty breath and slowly unfurled his smile, 'What a true bad luck,'
"You might win this battle, Annoying Cosmic Being, but someday I will find a way to topple you for good!!" The Ace Duelist provoked, heaving his left arm that summoned the triangular magenta shield.
Viscable quickly stood up and shouted proudly, "For now, bring me your so-called powerful blast from that foul beast!!"
"Do it now!!" The Ace Duelist insisted.
"Wow, sounds so prideful as always," The Reincarnated Cosmic Being responded, chuckling in excitement and steering his sight at Panderyox. "I do appreciate you managed to control your sense of fear."
"Alright then. Panderyox, please deliver your best finisher at The Mighty Viscable!!" Pendoswing commanded calmly, clapping his hands before glancing enthusiastically toward The Ace Duelist.
The Giant Lion Creature obediently blared a trumpeting roar and spun its head from left to right, amplifying the gathering sparks' size as big as its mouth. Panderyox stomped the ground deeply, transitioning the color of the sparks to azure blue one when it focused its wrathful frown at The Ace Duelist who firmly lifted his triangular shield on the front of his face.
Afterward, The Giant Lion Creature shoved its mouth downward and unleashed the gathered spark from its mouth, instantaneously morphing it into a giant planet-like projection. Untamed golden amber strings lashed out from the projection, the closer it fell to The Ace Duelis,t storming the large gales upon him.
Although the triangular shield lengthened itself into a giant cloth-like object, the planet projection's extreme heat combusted from its surface, the shield was shattered into a million pieces and vaporized in an instant, leading Viscable to shriek in pain as the bone in his left arm crumbled.
The planet's projection thrashed the ground, devouring the helpless Viscable as he prolonged the gut-wrenching shriek. His armor shed piece by piece due to the tremendous heat from the projection, but The Ace Duelist could only tilt his hefty neck and blared an agonizing scream that echoed across the island.
After this, a huge improvement must be made for me. Viscable closed his eyes after spotting the blinding flashes that invaded his sight.
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The one-sided fight inside the hut's underground area continued when The Hair Magician was bounced away and puked out a huge chunk of blood. She frigidly gripped her chest and gazed at Amalia Galastar who heedfully approached her, drawing her paper-thin amber sword.
Prila might fell into a one-sided struggle against The Actress, but she still opened her exhilarated grin at her foe. The Hair Magician even broadened her snigger toward Amalia Galastar, tightening her clenching grip and forcibly getting up her tremoring feet to display her unyielding spirit.
'Perhaps I don't have to beat her in the usual way,' The Hair Magician thought, tapping her forehead.
'Instead, I'm going to use the perfect way to humiliate this asshole. Again, thank you very much for creating this device, Gdark' Prila added, sleeving her forehead shortly when it gleamed the little spark of green energy and broadening her smile.
The Hair Magician cackled and taunted, "Is this all your best for executing me, Asshole Galastar."
"Such a pathetic effort," Prila blurted out, grinning her ridiculed grin. "Like seriously, you could done so much better than this."
"Or you too overthinking regarding this, aren't ya, Galastar," The Hair Magician mocked, washing the blood spilling on her lip.
Prila dropped her disdainful jaw and spoke, "Because I saw you have so many opportunities to finish me, but you failed to do it."
"What a shame, no wonder your loyal servant does most of your job," Prila continued her taunt, jeering, "Just face it, you're indeed a horrible fighter."
Amalia Galastar grunted and sighed, "Even in desperation, you are still eager to taunt your opponent like a foolish child."
"But I guess trash-talking is one of your strong talents," Amalia Galastar proclaimed, swiping her sword to the left.
The Actress swiftly slid the paper-thin sword's blade, projecting the splashing wave of tiny stars constructs beneath her. Amalia Galastar placed the sword in front of her face, gushing the hefty air from invading her throat before locking her wary glare at The Hair Magician who only broadened her jaunty smirk.
Suddenly, The Hair Magician extended her open hands and manifested the splashing pinkish particles from her hair that slowly faded pinkish color, bursting into delighted laughter. The laughter noise from Prila boiled The Actress's temper, encouraging her to grip the shimmering blade.
'Then, I hope this will be the last time she will ever walk,' Amalia Galastar mumbled within her mind.
The Actress grunted and tightened the grip on her sword, 'Even though she might put some treacherous scheme, I have to make a gamble on this.'
She relentlessly dove her right foot to the ground, dashing toward The Hair Magician, who brimmed with a pinkish aura throughout her body. The overused effect began to stream into Prila's veins as her vision became blurry, folding her staggering knuckles, which were being positioned beside her chest.
Nonetheless, The Hair Magician relentlessly charged to the left when her sharpened hearing slightly caught the noise of dashing movement. Prila thrust her empowered hands forward and gleamed the mystifying dashing line on her fingers, spotting the blinking glimpse of her foe.
Amalia Galastar gasped in surprise and imminently galloped to the right, thrusting her enhanced sword toward The Hair Magician. Spotting her foe tried to land a clean hit on the neck. Prila hurriedly sprawled out her blinking hair that cleanly wrapped the lightspeed's sword.
Sadly, the sword halfly punctured her chest and infected The Hair Magician with the encroaching water flowing in her body as Amalia Galastar sluggishly thrust it further. A bombarding reaction triggered in the form of a horde of amber stars flew out from Prila's entire limbs, simultaneously dripping the rain of blood and roaring a harrowing scream.
However, The Hair Magician desperately branched out the upper side of her hair like thin strings, lashing toward Amalia Galastar who frantically frowned. The lightspeed motion of The Actress failed to aid her escape as the hairs shackled her neck, painting a satisfied smile on Prila's lip.
"You think forcing me to confess the truth will work on taking me down, Vile Witch?" Amalia Galastar muttered, heaving her spiteful eyebrows toward The Hair Magician who was baffled.
"Remember, my power could destroy all your so-called hidden recordings," Amalia Galastar added. "Did you forget the last time you did this trick, I destroyed the recording hiding in your forehead?"
"Did you also forget that I have a spell to scan and destroy any hidden recording even from far away!!" Amalia Galastar called out, forging the aqua-blue star-shaped object from her stammering palm.
Prila widened her smirk and countered, "We shall see about it."
"Asshole…Galastar," The Hair Magician mocked, coughing out more blood before holding her forehead.
A ghastly pinkish cloud gusted from the chaining hair as Amalia Galastar groaned and drew her palm, summoning the streaming water flow. The Actress's struggle was witnessed by her loyal servant, Martatoriot-OX, who formed his petrified frow and generated the boiling smoke on his shell backpack despite his condition still in deep exhaustion.
Gawking at her opponent continuing her attempt to escape, The Hair Magician cackled delightfully and brimmed the flashing pinkish light on her eyes. A shaking squeal was uncontrollably freed from Amalia Galastar's throat, spawning the bright pink light throughout her face.
"Confess your crime now, Amalia Galastar, confess it!!" The Hair Magician demanded, squeezing her hair and resonating the tender female whistle noise that came out from her forehead.
"I-I'm not gonna….." Amalia Galastar couldn't finish her sentence as her jaw was encroached by the pinking lines and forcibly melted the mask to reveal her face.
At the same time, the aqua-blue star projection launched from her palm and set its sight on The Hair Magician's forehead like a predator. The star projection rushedly flew onto Prila's forehead. The effort was proven to be futile as the projection disseminated into thin air when its target forehead spontaneously materialized the soft jade cloth.
More precisely, Prila's fingers' lower half phased through the forehead and tapped the button on the cylinder object hiding within it. The Hair Magician raised the brightness of her pinkish flashes hindering within her eyes even though her legs began to tremble, persistently locking her focus on Amalia Galastar who paused her squeal
"I, Amalia Galastar is an actress who only cares about generating more profits by creating more highly addictive products," Amalia Galastar forcibly uttered, wincing in pain and tilting her hefty neck.
"Highly addictive products such as The Agolinda Lipstick. Irced young females to obsess on buying the products as it gave them a false image that they could attract the main their love " Amalia Galastar explained, "It even leads one of the poor customers, Pristina Heva to suicide after not consuming the product in one day especially when she spend all of her money just to buy hundred of Agolinda Lipstick"
"And I only took it as a disposable subject," Amalia Galastar professed, cringing in pain as the pinkish line continued to invade her skin. "The previous duplicate, Shepania Arl was the main owner of Agolinda Lipstick."
Amalia Galastar whimpered before resuming her confession, "After the Agolinda Lipstick, I continued to sell more highly addictive stuff related to beauty stuff that brought more victims who allowed themselves and their surrounding perception to be wrapped."
"Victims such as a woman who desperately tried to attract a new man, a young girl obsessing on beauty competition, and many other unfortunate victims," Amalia Galastar uttered, forming her gratified grin.
"They are all pitiful subjects who served their purpose of increasing the profit," The Actress muttered.
"Recently, I sold Rosemlia Powder, which can shift the perception of its victims, thinking their faces are healthy and young," Amalia Galastar exclaimed. "Even the surrounding perception was affected by the powder's magic."
"As always, I added the addictive touch to make them obsess about buying more," The Actress admitted.
The forced confession spell met its eventual end when the shackling hand dimmed out any traces of the pink color from Prila's hair, reverting to the brown one. Moreover, all the sprawling hair instantly withdrew, returning The Hair Magician's hair to a normal size belonging to her human identity, Candila.
Hence, she forcibly fell down to the ground after Amalia Galastar shakily moved backward, removing her sword from puncturing her chest. The Hair Magician held her bleeding chest, joyfully smiling at her opponent who constantly gasped in dread especially when her hand on the forehead was pulled back.
"The confession of your crime has begun, Asshole Galastar!!" The Hair Magician shouted, radiating the emerald flashes through her forehead that signaled Amalia Galastar to despairful gaze at her.
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