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"He seems... to have been born to fight and conquer."
"Ordinary people pursue power and wealth, but it seems that all he pursues is the title of 'the strongest'."
Ji Ruxue's expression also became incredibly complicated.
From this strange creature, she saw a pure and unwavering martial spirit, a resolute determination to climb ever higher.
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The World of Teen Matrix
Inside the "all-purpose modified" RV, which is currently traveling around the United States, Ben Tennyson, Tintin, and Grandpa Mark are also watching the movements of the sky screen through the in-vehicle TV.
Wow! This guy just won't stop!
"After conquering an entire planet, are we now going to challenge the strongest guy in the entire universe?"
"This giant monster is so cool!"
Tian Xiaoban jumped up from his seat excitedly, his face full of excitement.
In his opinion, this behavior of constantly challenging the strong is simply awesome.
"He is indeed very strong, Xiaoban."
"His combat skills and his ability to instantly analyze the enemy's weaknesses are both amazing."
"However, the title of 'the strongest in the universe' is no joke, and his challenge this time is far too risky."
Tian Xiaowen crossed her arms and calmly analyzed the situation.
Although she was surprised by the Great Monster's strength, reason told her that this battle would likely be very difficult.
"Hehe, this is the attitude of a strong person."
"When you can no longer find your rivals in one place, you will naturally turn your attention to the vast universe."
Grandpa Mark smiled and said, his eyes showing a hint of approval.
As a member of the Heavenly Guild, he had seen all sorts of powerful beings in the universe, but warriors as pure as DaDaGuai, who find joy in challenges, were rare indeed.
He admires this spirit of never being satisfied and always striving for the highest level.
The 13th Great Monster fought against the Universe's Number One Pangu Superman for seven days and seven nights!
[The 18-year-old DaDaGuai has clearly defined muscles all over his body, exuding explosive power.]
His opponent, Pangu, was incredibly tall, his body seemingly sculpted from a single block of granite, exuding an aura of imposing power. Most terrifying was the giant axe he carried on his shoulder, its blade gleaming with a cold light—clearly no ordinary weapon. That was the legendary Heaven-Splitting Axe.
"So you're the Great Monster?" Pangu Superman asked in a deep, booming voice, so loud it made the surrounding small meteorites tremble. "I've heard you're quite the fighter."
"You'll see once you try," Big Monster said, stretching his neck and getting into a fighting stance.
Without a word, Pangu, the Superman, swung his axe and delivered a sweeping blow.
He didn't use any fancy moves, just a simple "slash".
But the power of this axe strike was outrageously great. Even before the blade arrived, the force of the wind it generated pulverized several asteroid-sized meteorites. Where the axe blade had sliced through, a black gash was torn in the air, one that took a long time to heal.
The big monster's pupils contracted; all his combat data told him that he absolutely could not take this attack head-on.
He pushed off with all his might, his body shooting out like a bullet, narrowly avoiding the axe blow.
[That's basically how the battle went over the next two days.]
Pangu, the superhuman, relentlessly swung, hacked, swept, and smashed with his giant axe. Each strike was incredibly powerful; a mere graze would cause injury, and a direct hit would be fatal. The entire battlefield was left in ruins, littered with spatial rifts and meteorite fragments.
[But DaDaGuai, like a small boat in a raging storm, pushed his speed and reaction speed to the limit, dodging frantically.]
He looked extremely disheveled, with several gusts of wind grazing his scalp. But he knew in his heart that he wasn't simply running away.
His eyes were glued to every move of Pangu Superman, his brain frantically calculating and analyzing.
"This guy is incredibly strong, and his axe swings incredibly fast. However, the more wide-open and sweeping his moves, the bigger his openings become. With each attack, his elbow joint stiffens for a mere 0.03 seconds... His power comes from his right foot... After attacking continuously for more than three minutes, his breathing becomes slightly erratic..." While desperately dodging, Big Monster thoroughly analyzed his opponent's stats.
Having figured out the pattern, the Great Monster no longer simply hid.
[As Pangu Superman once again missed with his axe strike, and just as he was about to retract his attack, the Great Monster seized that tiny opening, a mere fraction of a second.]
Like a cheetah, he instantly closed in on Pangu's massive body, delivering a swift and vicious whip kick to the knee joint supporting his weight.
【"boom!"】
Even the colossal Pangu Superman was momentarily stunned by that kick. While he wasn't seriously injured, his attack rhythm was disrupted.
"Interesting." Pangu Superman showed a surprised expression for the first time.
For the next two days, DaDaGuai used this "sneaky" tactic to constantly harass Pan-Gu Superman.
[He's like the most annoying mosquito, always striking Pangu Superman when he's most uncomfortable, from an unexpected angle, targeting his joints, wrists, and sides—his weak points.]
Although the damage wasn't significant, Pangu Superman was extremely frustrated. No matter how strong he was or how powerful his attacks were, they were useless if he couldn't hit his target.
[Pangu Superman also realized the problem. He no longer pursued a one-hit kill, but instead used his axe to create an impenetrable attack net around himself, forcing the Great Monster to confront him head-on.]
The battle has entered its most difficult phase of attrition.
[It's no wonder that Pangu didn't directly block or attack. He certainly didn't dare touch the axe blade, but instead attacked the sides of the axe with his fists and feet, or used skillful force to deflect the axe handle, thus wearing down Pangu's stamina.]
The sounds of impact echoed continuously in this space.
Pangu's strength seemed inexhaustible; each collision sent the giant monster's arms numbing.
[Big Monster was only holding on with an indomitable spirit. His strength was rapidly depleting, and his bones felt like they were about to fall apart, but he gritted his teeth, each punch harder than the last, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.]
By the seventh day of the battle, both were completely exhausted.
"Seven...seven days?"
"Am I seeing things? Their battle lasted for seven days and seven nights!"
"What a joke! That's a monster that can split space with a single axe strike! And that huge monster actually lasted seven days against him?"
"He held out for far more than seven days! Didn't you see? He went from being completely passive and dodging at the beginning, to seizing opportunities to retaliate and harass, and finally he was able to confront them head-on!"
"This shows that he continued to get stronger throughout this seven-day battle!"
"This is terrifying! These two guys' physical strength and willpower have probably surpassed the limits of living beings!"
"After seven consecutive days of intense fighting, their spirits and bodies did not break down. They can no longer be called human; they are gods! They are two gods fighting in the universe!"
"The power of that Pangu Superman is unfathomable, and the learning and adaptability of that Great Monster are unheard of!"
"This battle, regardless of who wins or loses, is enough to be recorded in history!"
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My Youth Romantic Comedy Is Wrong As Expected World
Inside the service department's activity room.
Yui Yuigahama stared in disbelief at the words "The Seventh Day" displayed on the sky.
"Huh? Seven, seven days and seven nights?"
"Then...then they don't eat, drink, or sleep?"
"Is it possible for humans to do this?"
Yui Yuigahama asked a series of the most basic, yet most crucial, questions.
In her view, this completely contradicts her understanding of the concept of "biology".
"Fighting for seven days and seven nights without food or water, that's incredible."
"I stayed up all night to finish a report, and I felt like I was about to die."
Compared to them, I feel ridiculously weak.
Hachiman Hikigaya stared at the sky with his characteristic dead-fish eyes, his tone seemingly calm, but his heart was already churning with turmoil.
This pure willpower and vitality, which transcends the instinct for survival, gave this realist, who always pursued "energy conservation," a direct shock from another dimension.
"This is no longer a simple matter of physical function."
"It is their spirit that has become so powerful that it can dominate their physical instincts."
"Hunger, thirst, fatigue... these fatal limitations for ordinary people have lost their meaning in the face of their iron will."
"Truly...awe-inspiring power."
Yukino Yukinoshita said softly, her eyes filled with shock.
She had always pursued strength and righteousness, but only today did she realize that the word "strength" could reach such an incredible level.
In episode 14, Pangu, the Superman, cleaved a meteorite the size of the moon in two with a single stroke—it was terrifying!
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Blade Tooth World
Inside the penthouse suite of a skyscraper.
Yujiro Hanma remained standing, watching without moving, from the moment the battle began.
His face was no longer filled with the excitement and smile of before; instead, it was filled with an unprecedented, extremely serious silence.
He watched Pangu Superman's axe strike, powerful enough to split the continent, and watched DaDaGuai's ghostly evasion and counterattacks, showcasing his skills to the fullest.
He watched the two go from tentative exploration to familiarity, and finally to that brutal war of attrition that lasted for several days, a pure contest of strength, endurance, and willpower.
He saw the endpoints of two different directions for the "power" he had pursued all his life.
One is the embodiment of cultivating "strength" to its ultimate level, and the other is the embodiment of honing "skill" to perfection.
Both of these endpoints far surpassed him.
"..."
Yujiro slowly closed his eyes, his muscles trembling slightly, and the demon mask on his back seemed to be wailing silently.
"Whether it's that guy called Pangu Superman..."
"It's still that brat called Big Monster..."