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"Right here? Or in this shallow pool that is completely incomparable to the sea?"

The Agor people were born by the sea, so they naturally know the true nature of the sea and the essence that emanates from it.

Siesta is simply a lake connected to the sea by a secret passage.

Skadi herself preferred to fight underwater—and she naturally assumed that the person in front of her, who also possessed great power, was capable of fighting in water.

After all, for them, the impact of the location on the display of power is basically negligible.

On the one hand, choosing to fight in the sea was also an consideration of the impact on the surrounding area. Although there were not many tourists nearby, their fighting would definitely cause panic in the vicinity. This basic awareness prevented Skadi from completely disregarding the surrounding situation as she would when dealing with enemies.

On the other hand, it's to avoid certain special situations, such as bleeding.

Although bleeding, whether on land or in water, would inevitably attract some twisted creatures from the deep sea, it would be easier to deal with them if they could be concentrated underwater.

"Let me double-check before I begin."

Thomas stood with his hands in his pockets, in a rather relaxed posture, not focusing his gaze on the water in the distance.

"You really want to fight? Fight me?"

However, his emphasis seemed unnecessary to Skadi; ​​rather than being considerate, it made her think that Tomat was not decisive at all.

Or perhaps it's a case of war-weariness.

"Of course, since the battles I've been fighting on land all this time have been far less intense than the ones I've experienced in the past, my body is more like rust than dehydrated. Even if there are people I could fight, I have nothing to talk to them about."

Skadi spoke forcefully in a flat tone.

"Fight with me, consider it compensation for your previous haphazard groping of my body. You know, one ice cream isn't enough."

Skadi's finger poked Tomat's chest.

"Okay, although I don't know if this counts as post-meal exercise."

Tomat was not very willing to accept the other party's serious request.

The girl in front of me, Agor, is even more powerful than Frostnova was before.

It was probably because he felt that he possessed enough power to put her on the same level as Tomat.

Froststar, however, was already aware of her own limitations.

However, Tomat couldn't possibly say, "The power gap between you and me is as vast as the heavens and the earth." As someone who had experienced the oppressive aura, the other party certainly wouldn't accept such a verbal explanation.

So be it, and you can also get a feel for the other party's strength.

Ultimately, this is the first person I've met who can sense my presence, and it might surprise me.

"Let's start right here and attack with all our might."

Tomat pointed to the sand beneath his feet, then kept his hands in his pockets and looked at Skadi, who was already preparing to jump into the sea.

"You can't fight here."

She assumed that Tomat would definitely consider the aftermath of the battle, and that it was something she shouldn't need to correct.

Such remarks made Skadi begin to doubt the strength of the man in front of her.

—Not minding fighting here means the aftershocks won't be too conspicuous, and the lack of sufficient aftershocks indicates that their power isn't very strong...

Skadi's fighting style is such that, depending on the range of movement during the battle, she can basically smash everything in her path.

This is the best proof of power, that's what she felt.

"You hit me with all your might, and I'll retaliate, isn't that enough?"

But before Skadi could reach a conclusion on her questions, Tomat continued to bring up the content of the "battle".

It was not a confrontation with weapons, nor was it a physical fight.

It's like playing a game; you hit me, I hit you...

"...This doesn't count as a battle. Didn't you say your power was for fighting?"

Skadi's gaze held a hint of anger for a fleeting moment.

It's like buying a signboard with high expectations only to be refused by the merchant—a feeling of being fooled.

"I never said I wanted to fight you."

"Varied..."

"And as I said, even if a fight breaks out, it probably won't even qualify as an after-dinner exercise."

For Tomat, it was a stretch to treat the “interaction” with Skadi as a battle.

Although sometimes he faced insurmountable power disparities, he would still treat some people as opponents and take them seriously—such as patriots who, despite knowing the gap, remained clear about their own will.

But this Agorian girl...

Neither their drive nor their mindset is quite right.

"Don't worry about the damage to the surrounding area. Attack as you please. I'm confident I can control the destructive power."

The sheer scale of the damage and the wide-ranging impact that can be caused by a simple gesture is certainly a powerful manifestation.

Tomat, like Skadi, understands this.

But Tomat also understands something on another level.

That is control—how to concentrate damage in one place, how to minimize destruction.

Achieve the goal to the greatest extent possible, while minimizing losses.

What's harder than destroying the entire surface of a planet is turning only a specific area to ashes.

However, this kind of meticulous control is still a bit lacking for Skadi, who can achieve most of her goals with sheer force.

"Go ahead and hit me, anywhere is fine. Oh, but don't aim for my groin. Even though you can block it, I suggest you don't do it."

But as Tomat calmly added his explanation, Skadi's fist was already aimed at his head, at that indifferent face.

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Thirty-Four: Tomat Whaling, Bardak Behind

In the Eastern Lands, there lived a martial artist known as the "God of Karate."

Without relying on Originium Arts, he challenged powerful figures and defeated countless dangerous infected creatures solely with his honed physique and superb fighting skills.

In his fighting theory, there is such a proposition.

That is, "speed x grip strength x body weight = destructive force".

Skadi was unaware of this theory, but she put it into practice to the extreme through her actions.

With a raised shoulder, swung arm, and punch, the Deep Sea Hunter unleashed his incredible physical abilities, pushing the speed of his strikes to the limit. At such relative speed, even sand in the wind could cut through flesh.

But Skadi's smooth skin was not the delicate skin of an ordinary person. Her fist shattered the fine sand, and the air was filled with scorching heat due to the intense friction.

Her grip on her five fingers was as strong as that of an industrial-grade ore refining machine.

If Skadi were to be given a piece of Originium, the legend of the "Originium Journey" that circulates in Colombia could probably be recreated.

As for the weight issue that girls usually keep secret...

Well, let's avoid talking about it.

"boom."

However, the sound of the fist hitting Tomat's face was not very loud.

It was rather dull.

The sound of the punch abruptly stopped when it struck his face.

Only the wind pressure generated by the initial swing of the arm remained, causing the surrounding palm leaves to sway continuously.

Skadi remained motionless, her fist still planted on Tomat's face.

A few seconds later, a tremor started from Skadi's fist, moved to her arm, then her shoulder, and finally down to her heel.

Just like in old cartoon movies, it's an exaggerated way of showing "enduring pain".

However, the current scene is real.

"Crackling sounds..."

Skadi's fingers, wrists, elbows, and shoulders emitted a series of crisp, grinding sounds.

Finally, the entire arm used for striking hung limply, as if its bones had been removed.

"I told you to use more force, why are you using so much force...?"

Tomat's voice rang out, and Skadi looked up at him.

His face, which should have been sunken, now looked exactly the same as it had a few seconds ago.

His expression simply showed more... "sympathy" and "disappointment".

Skadi, on the other hand, frowned deeply, gritting her teeth as she tried to maintain her usual expressionless demeanor.

But she was already in a state of confusion.

One punch landed, leaving the opponent unharmed, but the puncher was injured due to excessive force.

It's like a complete novice who's never tried boxing before, and throws a punch at the wrong angle at the punching bag without thinking, ultimately injuring their own arm.

Skadi couldn't describe what she hit, nor could she use a metaphor like "an ordinary person hitting a steel plate."

It is like an abyss in the sea, capable of swallowing everything that enters, and like armor covered with needles, where you must withstand an equal force as you exert yourself.

Not only did Tomat absorb the impact of the punch head-on, but he also fully absorbed the reaction force—for Skadi, reaction force was always just to help her move, not to cause harm.

The "great strength" he mentioned left no trace.

Making such a statement was merely a polite way of saying that he had noticed Skadi was indeed putting in a lot of effort.

What tricks did he use?

It could never be Originium Arts, but a special method of energy dissipation?

Or, to put it simply, is it just because he is far superior to himself?

"Hey..."

Skadi held her elbow, muttering something as she forcefully pried it back into place.