The once crystal-clear transparent world was now nearly shattered to pieces.
But Slaughter's will to fight had not dissipated.
Learning from its previous experience, it no longer chose to attack the balloon by splitting itself apart. Instead, it opted for the purest form of hand-to-hand combat.
Every punch stirred up a gale, and every kick made the mirrored surface tremble. Although it still couldn't hit the balloon, Slaughter was incredibly excited.
"Again! Again!"
Slaughter twisted its body, the sponge-like pores all over it spewing terrifying white smoke. The immense power began to warp the very air around it.
As it threw a punch, sonic booms instantly erupted around its arm.
However, the balloon redirected the hostility of Slaughter's punch back onto Slaughter itself.
The heavy punch was thrown, but it ended up hitting itself. Slaughter's head instantly exploded, but the sponge on its neck twisted and swelled, growing a new head in the blink of an eye.
"Keep going!"
