Chapter 15: Just because you can’t beat them now doesn’t mean you can’t beat them in the future "This punch will kill you!"Tregear's words condensed into an invisible murderous intent in the air, instantly enveloping the entire place. His figure suddenly became like a dazzling golden lightning, instantly bursting out with unparalleled speed and power, and a gust of wind suddenly arose. The evil god Torrekia obviously had not expected such a fierce counterattack from his opponent. Faced with this sudden and fierce attack, a trace of astonishment and disbelief flashed across his eyes. This punch contained all of Tregear's anger and hatred. Before the fist arrived, the power that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth had already crushed him. The air let out a painful whine under the powerful pressure, as if even the space was about to be torn apart by this thunderous blow. "Bang——" The dull impact was deafening, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart. The evil god Tregear's face was distorted by the fierce impact of the golden giant fist. His huge body was blown away like a kite with a broken string and thrown off the ground in an instant. In the face of that irresistible force, the evil god Tregear's body cut through the sky like a meteorite and fell heavily to the ground. The earth trembled, dust flew, and a huge shock wave spread out, forming circles of terrifying ripples. Even the mountains in the distance trembled slightly under this shocking blow.
After sliding for several thousand meters, the evil god Torrekia finally stopped. He fell to the ground in a mess, with the breath of death all around him. "It seems you really hate him." When Belia saw this situation, he couldn't help but complain. "If you were teased by your self from another universe, I wonder if you would be angry." Tregear glanced at Belia with annoyance. "Besides, this punch won't kill him." As soon as Torrekia finished speaking, the evil god Torrekia, who had been lying on the ground and seemed to be dying, stood up from the cold ground like a ghost. Surprisingly, there was hardly any trace of the punch on that pale face. Indeed, as Torrekia said, the power of the true force is unquestionable, and its might is enough to shake the heavens and the earth. However, Grimd lurking in the body of the evil god Torrekia is by no means an ordinary person. It was a chaos demon that contended against the forces of light, possessing the terrifying power to devour stars and tear apart time and space. If it weren't for the evil god Torrekia's obsessive desire for death deep in his heart, no matter how violently the outside world attacked, it would not be able to truly touch the source of his life. "Not bad, not bad. Your strength is indeed surprising." The evil god Tregear waved his hand and an exquisite handkerchief appeared in his hand. He used it gracefully to wipe his cheek that had just been brushed by the fist, his movements calmly, as if what he had just experienced was just a harmless game. And the evil god Torrekia's actions naturally humiliated Torrekia again. Tregear wanted to attack, but he held back. After all, he is not a reckless man. If you can't knock the opponent down with a full-strength attack, then it's useless to hit him again. This is still true even if Beria is included.
"Then can you tell me what is the source of your fall into chaos?" Tregear asked the evil god Tregear, he was still quite curious about this. No one in the Land of Light knows the reason why the evil god Tregear turned evil. A hint of sadness flashed across the evil god Tregear's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "Don't you know how I got to this point?" "I think you should be very clear in your mind." This question confused Torrekia. If he knew, why would he need to ask? The experiences of both parties were similar at the beginning, except that something went wrong at the critical point of Taro. Taro does not exist in Tregear's universe. Naturally, I don’t know the specific details of the evil god Torrekia’s transformation into a villain. Seeing that Tregear was still confused, the evil god Tregear sighed and said, "When you reach my age, you will understand." After saying this, the evil god Tregear's body turned into purple smoke and disappeared completely. Because there is no point in staying here any longer. Besides, their previous battle naturally attracted the attention of the Space Guard, and they have all rushed here. The evil god Tregear had no intention of getting entangled with them. "Are you willing to just watch him slip away?" Belia's voice echoed in the quiet air. In response to Belia's question, Tregear did not respond immediately, but raised the corner of his mouth leisurely. He turned around slowly. "Of course we are unwilling to accept this, but chasing them now is like hitting a rock with an egg. The opponent's strength is far superior to ours. However, who can predict what will happen in the future?" Before he finished speaking, Tregear slowly opened his hand that was filled with mysterious power. I saw a cloud of deep purple smoke rising quietly between the broad palms, floating and spinning quietly like a hazy dream, releasing a strange and tempting breath. This cloud of smoke seemed to carry some kind of powerful life force. Sometimes it was condensed like a substance, and sometimes it was ethereal like a phantom, making it impossible to look away. Belia stared at the smoke, a gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes. He recognized the source of this power; it was the unique symbol of the evil god Tregear. "Isn't this the power flowing through that guy? How did you do it?" The cunning light in Tregear's eyes became more and more intense. "Heh, this is a small part that I cleverly 'scraped' off from him while I was fighting him fiercely." His words revealed a deep pride in his own wisdom and skills, "This power will be the key to my next victory." This is not only Torrekia's fighting habit, but also his way of survival that he firmly believes in. Although he has now mastered the true power, he knows that strength is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat.
In this world full of strong people, only those who are both wise and brave can have the last laugh. Therefore, he always believed and practiced: in every fierce confrontation, he should not only go all out to fight the opponent head-on, but also carefully observe, figure out, and analyze everything about the opponent - including their source of power, fighting style and even character weaknesses. So, in the blink of an eye, he collected his opponent's power data, just like the purple smoke he was holding in his hand at this moment. When the time is right, he will analyze all of this valuable information and develop highly targeted restraining props or tactics. In this way, even when facing an enemy that is far stronger than oneself, one can turn the tide invisibly and greatly increase the possibility of victory. "You really are worthy of me." Belia smiled helplessly, and then his expression became solemn. "A team of Ultramen is approaching, and their energy intensity is not low." "Retreat first." Tregear nodded, and the two of them disappeared. (End of this chapter)