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In Katakana's roar, his body was quickly enveloped in a layer of red energy.

At the same time, his aura surged dramatically—his power increasing twentyfold.

"Hmm?"

"His strength suddenly increased... Did he use some technique to temporarily boost his power?"

"Interesting!"

"Let me see how long you can last against me this time!"

Champa's expression darkened.

Though surprised by Katakana's sudden power-up, he remained unfazed.

To him, such tricks were insignificant.

No matter what methods the opponent used to enhance his strength, it wouldn't amount to anything in Champa's eyes.

"So, it's a short-term power enhancement technique..." Vados mused.

"I didn't expect a mere Mortal to possess such an ability."

"This type of technique usually comes at the cost of exhausting one's physical strength in exchange for increased power."

"However, he doesn't seem to be showing any signs of fatigue. How curious!"

As an Angel, Vados instantly discerned the nature of Katakana's energy.

But what intrigued her was that Katakana's body showed no signs of strain from using the technique.

This piqued her interest even more.

Now she wanted to see if this Mortal from the Seventh Universe could truly surprise her.

"Come on, stinky Mortal! Show me how much stronger you've become!"

Champa beckoned mockingly, his expression playful.

Seeing Champa's lazy, disdainful demeanor, Katakana's expression turned serious.

"Champa, even if you're a God of Destruction, don't be so full of yourself."

"My power is far more than what you see now."

As soon as Katakana finished speaking, his figure vanished in a flash.

His speed was incredible, and in an instant, he appeared right in front of Champa.

Without hesitation, Katakana threw a punch.

He deliberately held back his full strength, intending to test Champa's power.

After all, if the punch missed, he'd still have room to react.

But if he went all out and the attack failed, dodging would become difficult.

Champa watched Katakana's punch approach without changing his expression.

He casually raised a hand to meet the attack.

Snap!

The moment their fists collided, Katakana's body came to an abrupt halt.

Champa, however, remained completely motionless.

The punch had no effect on him whatsoever.

Katakana frowned.

It seemed Champa's strength was far greater than he had anticipated.

"What? Is that all you've got?"

"After that dramatic power-up, this is all you can manage? Just putting on a show?"

"I think I overestimated you!"

Champa glanced at Katakana with disdain.

But despite his mocking words, he didn't truly believe them.

Though he had perfectly blocked the attack, he knew that if Katakana's strength were slightly higher, defending so effortlessly might not have been possible.

He had to admit, Katakana's power was impressive.

If it had been any other god and not himself, they might have stumbled against this Mortal.

Unfortunately for Katakana, his opponent was a God of Destruction.

Victory was impossible.

"Lord Champa, it's too early to draw conclusions!" Katakana declared.

"And how do you know I've used all my strength?"

As he spoke, Katakana spun rapidly in the air, freeing his arm from Champa's grasp.

Then, with lightning speed, he delivered a powerful kick to Champa's chest.

"What... you b*****d..."

Champa hadn't expected the sudden speed of Katakana's attack.

Caught off guard, he could only cross his arms defensively to minimize the damage.

He could clearly feel that this kick was far stronger than the previous punch.

Boom!

The moment their bodies collided, a powerful shockwave erupted.

Champa was forced to retreat over ten steps before stabilizing himself.

"Damn... you b*****d!"

"How dare you make me retreat!"

Champa glanced at the two deep trenches his feet had plowed into the ground.

His expression grew darker and more terrifying.

This Mortal pest had actually made him retreat.

"Haha!"

"Lord Champa, I thought you could easily block my attack. But it doesn't look like that's the case!"

Seeing Champa's ugly expression, Katakana mocked him, imitating his earlier tone.

This was payback.

After all, Champa had treated him the same way before.

Just now, Katakana had been forced back hundreds of meters, while Champa had only taken a dozen steps back.

But still, it was satisfying.

"You...!"

Champa clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth in frustration.

He hadn't expected Katakana to hold back his strength.

It seemed he had underestimated his opponent.

"I was careless just now. But don't get too proud of yourself just because you made a God of Destruction retreat!"

"You can die proud now!"

Champa shook his chubby fists, clearly preparing to unleash even greater power to end the battle.

Although he was confident Katakana couldn't defeat him, being forced to retreat by a Mortal pest had been a blow to his pride.