Tendou Souji: "And why did you think I didn't buy anything from the shop?"
If he relied only on his natural physique, then without transforming into Kabuto there was no way he could defeat Daigo. But he'd already been in the chat group for quite some time. His points might not match Daigo's, yet that didn't mean he'd gained nothing.
A physique like the Sage Body—something that offers a tremendous all-around boost—of course he'd bought it.
As for fighting technique, Daigo might have purchased many skills, but his proficiency with them was poor. For ordinary opponents they might look impressive, but to Tendou's eyes, he was practically riddled with openings.
Boil Daigo into Soup: "…"
He had actually forgotten that! Worms weren't as valuable as kaiju, but there were a lot of them!
Except—
Ordinary Group Owner: "I've been wanting to ask this for a while. Whether it's kaiju or Worms, under normal circumstances shouldn't you be blasting them into explosions? One beam, one Rider Kick—everything gets blown to bits."
Ordinary Group Owner: "A lot of the time there aren't even corpses left—probably all turned to powder. How do you recycle them?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Don't tell me the chat group's recovery can even reclaim powder?"
Boil Daigo into Soup: "I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before. As long as you're careful, it's fine—use a beam to lop off the monster's head, or a hand-knife to take it off. Lately I've also learned how to condense my beam into a sharp light wheel."
Boil Daigo into Soup: "Send one wheel flying and—if it's a weaker monster—the head vanishes in an instant."
Ordinary Group Owner: "Whoa—Eight-Segment Light Wheel!"
Boil Daigo into Soup: "???"
Boil Daigo into Soup: "What 'Eight-Segment Light Wheel'?"
Daigo was baffled. What was the group owner even talking about? Was that light wheel really called the Eight-Segment Light Wheel? Why? It was just for beheading—why not call it the Split-in-Two Light Wheel?
Richest Man: "Good grief—your combat methods are getting more and more brutal, O just Ultraman of Justice, Tiga!"
Come Be My Son: "Gurararara! At least this way there's a body left. Under a beam there isn't even a body."
Richest Man: "And the body that's left just gets recycled by the chat group. A beam at least leaves you powder—recovery leaves nothing at all."
Ordinary Group Owner: "What about you, Tendou Souji?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Do you… restrain the force of your Rider Kick?"
Tendou Souji: "Grandma used to say, as long as I will it, fate will always stand on my side."
Tendou Souji: "With absolute control over one's power, the opponent's state is decided by nothing more than my whim."
Ordinary Group Owner: "…"
Ordinary Group Owner: "Grandma also said to go all out in a fight. If you don't kick it to explode, how is that going all out?"
Ordinary Group Owner: "One finger to the sky, boundless magic.jpg"
Himouto Umaru: "Hahahahaha!"
Shendu: "To step on an ant without killing it—mastering that degree of force is quite difficult."
Child of Nature: "???"
Ordinary Group Owner: "???"
Shendu's sudden remark made Brandon White and Roxie Vale both type in question marks.
It wasn't that the sentence itself was off—it was just who was saying it that seemed off!
Uchiha Dance King: "Only with perfect control over the self do those powers truly become your own."
Richest Man: "Shendu's got some real insight on this topic too."
Glory of the Northern God: "But haven't you demonstrated it perfectly? Whether facing Jackie, Jade, or Uncle—or anyone else—"
Glory of the Northern God: "Your power is clearly greater than theirs, and you did take action against them, yet nothing ever happened to them."
Glory of the Northern God: "Shiba Inu suddenly enlightened.jpg"
Glory of the Northern God: "Ah, so that's absolute control over one's power!"
Glory of the Northern God: "Seems you yourself didn't really want to kill them."
Shendu: "???"
The chat fell silent in an instant. Thor's deadpan lines paired with Shendu's question marks were honestly a little too funny.
Richest Man: "Hahahahaha!"
Richest Man: "I'm dying—ahahaha!"
Himouto Umaru: "Is this a roast? Because it sounds suspiciously like praise to me."
Himouto Umaru: "Laughing till my stomach hurts.jpg"
Ordinary Group Owner: "No wonder you reached those 'insights.' I thought you were just plagiarizing Aizen's quotes."
Ordinary Group Owner: "My mistake, Shendu."
Ordinary Group Owner: "Pat on the shoulder.jpg"
The Oldest Godslayer: "Seems something amusing has happened."
The Oldest Godslayer: "Shendu, yes? That dragon-shaped demon?"
The Oldest Godslayer: "You possess the power of the Twelve Talismans, yet were repeatedly defeated by those far weaker than yourself. Those powers are being disgraced on you."
After browsing the group shop and seeing the Twelve Talismans' abilities, Marquis Voban took an interest in Shendu's world, obtained its memory replica, and watched it through.
In his eyes, to be endowed with such tremendous power and yet be defeated time and again by those vastly inferior—Shendu had sullied the very powers that resided in him.
Shendu: "And you think you're any better than I am?"
Shendu: "As the oldest Godslayer, you were beaten by a brat who had just become a Godslayer."
Shendu: "You say I disgrace my own power—what does that make you? I truly don't know how those Heretical Gods let themselves be killed by you."
Shendu: "If they can be cut down by the likes of you, then those Heretical Gods aren't much to speak of."
Shendu: "You're garbage."
Shendu had never been what you'd call mild-tempered. Outside of the handful of chat-group members he considered worth his attention, who else had the right to mock him?
Marquis Voban—just some minor figure.
Don't think that killing the paltry deities of your own world makes you some great powerhouse.
Those Heretical Gods were a far cry from someone like Lü Dongbin, who had sealed Shendu.
The mere fact that they could be killed by humans was enough to make him look down on those so-called gods.
The Oldest Godslayer: "Hmph. I won't deny that particular point."
The Oldest Godslayer: "But it will be the only time."
Thinking of the memory replica in which he was defeated by a brat fresh to godslaying—his plans ruined—Voban couldn't help the killing intent that flickered in his eyes.
He would never admit that such a whelp counted as a Godslayer.
Shendu: "Only once? Heh—how naïve."
Shendu: "That memory replica shows so little only because the group owner and the others didn't watch the rest. You lost to him at the very beginning. If not for your Authority, you'd probably be dead already. And you still dream of defeating him later?"
Shendu: "Keep dreaming!"
(End of this chapter)