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The hand cannon's attack seemed to transform into a beam of light—this level of firepower suppression was something Elene, as a junior judge, had never witnessed before.

Explosions, flashes, roars—the sacred projectile bursts forth with dazzling light, and the sea is stirred, rippling with waves.

If we're only talking about the scale of the explosion, it's not even comparable to the area covered by the hunters' previous battle.

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds, thirty seconds.

The barrage of projectiles caused massive explosions, while also straining the spirit and will of those who fired the cannons.

However, they also successfully bought time for the three hunters to adjust.

"Hmph—"

Goredia pulled the spear out of her abdomen, freeing herself from being pinned to the wall, and then moved forward while gently stroking her wound.

The blood dried quickly, and the wound healed rapidly thanks to the Deepsea Hunter's regenerative abilities. Ulbian walked to her side, looked at the Butcher completely engulfed by the explosion, and said in a tone devoid of emotion:

"...Although I have no say in the matter, I can see that we have no chance of winning right now."

Ulpian sensed the difference in power from the moment the Butcher first appeared.

They were also surprised by Skadi and the others' first suppression.

But now that surprise has been replaced by a calm acceptance of fate.

The Butcher is very strong, stronger than ever before. If his three colleagues, who are far stronger than him, can be easily defeated even when they join forces, then his power here is negligible. Even if he intervenes, it will not have any impact on the outcome.

The same applies to the judges.

A figure leaped out of the explosion and stood on the sea.

Those were butchers whose bodies showed some burns and were slightly charred.

Then, the mark that symbolized "indeed causing some damage to the butcher" disappeared without a trace in the next second.

They did cause harm.

But given its astonishing regenerative ability, this is no different from being completely unharmed.

Moreover, the same attacks can no longer harm it.

Carmen, clearly exhausted, roared in an aged voice as he and Dario unleashed a combined hand cannon attack.

The two bullets overlapped and flew towards the location of the Butcher.

It raised its hand, its skin glowing with a silvery-white light. The bullet struck it, bursting forth with a blinding light—and then smoothly "slid away" from its body.

The energy generated by the explosion seemed to be completely isolated and transferred by some kind of coating covering its surface, sliding across the surface and then disappearing into the sea, creating towering waves.

“That guy has adapted to the Iberian weapons, and the hand cannon can no longer do any damage to it... The reason it had a little burn at first is because it doesn’t have the genetic memory to resist the energy of the hand cannon.”

Grandia's wounds had completely healed by now. Ignoring the exposed flesh from the torn clothing, she went straight to the judges, who were almost exhausted, and began to analyze the situation while trying to dissuade them.

"Your hand cannons are very strong, which is impressive. I'm afraid there's no record of any Terrorfish surviving an attack before, and no individual has brought back the experience of using hand cannons to the main group."

"But now, its strong enough body allows it to actively withstand all kinds of damage. The situation of 'never surviving' has been broken, and it can slowly 'digest' this experience, thus becoming fearless of your weapons."

"And the time taken for 'slow digestion' is... around thirty seconds."

The evolution of the dinosaurs has outpaced the thinking of any researcher.

This statement is not an exaggeration, but an objective statement.

If a more powerful weapon, capable of annihilating the corresponding individual in one strike, cannot be developed, then any weapon with a power level below its appropriate level will be meaningless.

Clearly, neither the Iberians nor the Agorians could develop a more powerful new weapon within the few dozen seconds it took to adapt.

"Hidden moves" used to be a good method to test the limits of the terror fish, and then destroy it instantly with a stronger method that had been prepared in advance after it stabilized.

Alternatively, we can guide it to evolve in certain directions using specific methods, and then use targeted measures to restrain it.

—But now, all the tricks have been used up, and people still haven't figured out where its limits are.

It used a simple and brutal method to overcome all of others' tricks, and with the most straightforward means, it erected a high wall—overwhelming power—before the deep-sea hunters and judges.

Naming doesn't require any fancy strategies or techniques; conquering it only requires the simplest and most understandable means—using overwhelming force.

Yet people feel that this goal is too difficult to achieve.

Being too naive makes it difficult to identify any clear weaknesses.

The judges, at this moment, have lost their confidence and assurance.

However, the Deep Sea Hunters seemed to have only abandoned their "confidence," because they knew that they probably couldn't defeat the Butcher right now and shouldn't be recklessly aggressive.

"Tomato has never liked the idea that people who train with him would easily give in to a stronger opponent after recognizing the gap between them."

You can admit defeat temporarily and acknowledge that you are no match for them now, but you cannot rashly assume that you cannot become as strong as them or even surpass them.

However, this time, Tomat did not express any dissatisfaction after realizing Skadi and the others' intentions.

He addressed the butcher:

“I thought that the dinosaurs had changed because of you, and that they deserved to be challenged as a strong obstacle in front of them, so that they could become stronger.”

"Looks like I was overthinking it."

"You're still trash, the kind of person I despise the most."

[Event] Fool's Tale: Chapter 43 The Biggest Fool

This statement undoubtedly represents the handover of power between the Butcher and his opponent.

Now it's Tomat's turn.

The Butcher, standing in the sea, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and at the same time, Tomat raised his right hand.

The next moment, the two things disappeared.

One was the figure of the Butcher, and the other was Tomat's arm.

"boom."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was deep enough.

After the Butcher disappeared from the spot, he appeared as if he had suddenly appeared in front of Tomat, whose fist, along with his raised arm, struck Tomat's abdomen and sank deep into it.

The butcher froze.

It made an extremely human-like movement—its legs trembled as if in pain, it staggered backward while covering the spot where it had been hit with its hands.

There was no obvious damage, but the mark of a fist was still visible.

To outsiders, the punch, though incredibly fast, seemed to inflict unbearable pain, even though it produced little impact or aftershock.

"You spent a few minutes getting your body used to Skadi and the others' attack methods, and then a few dozen seconds getting used to the old man's weapons."

"So now, how long do you plan to take to get used to my punches?"

"—Or rather, how much of the life force within you will be absorbed?"

Thomas casually recounted the conclusions he had drawn from observing the battle.

It was less a condemnation and more pure contempt.

Tomat hates creatures whose racial abilities are all focused on reproduction and survival, and who also enjoy the disorderly expansion of their living territory.

Because, if you call them stupid, they know when to hide their tracks and avoid the sharpness of other dominant races, and then seek opportunities to grow and seize the advantage.

While they may be considered intelligent, their wisdom is actually quite rudimentary, consisting mainly of simple and brutal eating and absorbing nutrients. Their ability to communicate with others and create civilization internally is virtually nonexistent.

As for why he had this idea, it was because he had seen many such races before—and had wiped out many of them.

A special demon race from the demon realm.

Experiments by some mad scientists.

Evil beings created by mages to conquer the world.

Or perhaps it is a species that was born by chance in nature.

Some planets may have creatures similar to the dinosaur fish to varying degrees.

Some, like them, are confined to certain regions of the planet, while others have almost occupied the surface and intend to invade space.

But in any case, they are all pretty much the same.

Tomat enjoys fighting strong opponents, but he isn't particularly interested in the strongest among these creatures.

They even felt resistant to it.

Because you often can't feel the pure sense of battle in them.

Combat is merely a survival skill for them, something they acquire incidentally simply for survival, from which no will can be felt.

Moreover, their combat abilities mostly come from the indigenous people.

Like locusts or cockroaches with learning abilities, they may differ in appearance and level of ability, but in essence, they are all uniformly maddening.

The feeling of fighting an individual is no different from the feeling of fighting a group or even an entire race.

It was also the first time that Tomat personally experienced the meaning of "tasteless" from fighting them.

Although he disliked Frieza and his ilk, the Legion shared a fairly unified understanding of how to deal with these creatures that wreak havoc on planets and even galaxies.

"They are worthless pests; exterminate them on sight."

Even though they occupied the entire planet and established their own ecosystems, no one ever called them "civilizations".

Of course, having this idea doesn't mean they will respect races that truly deserve to be called civilized.

However, such creatures, full of survival wisdom yet brimming with stupidity and arrogance, are always the first targets for extermination.

When they devour all the native species on the planet, merging into a giant fleshy membrane covering the surface, and transforming their voracious appetite and reproductive desire into enormous tentacles that invade outer space and reach out to other planets, a passing legion soldier's task is to make them learn from the annihilation of their entire race and understand their arrogance and folly.

“When you don’t avoid us and run away from here to bully others, or hide yourself and increase your defenses, I think you’re a special guy who will do something to change my mind.”

“Indeed, I haven’t seen your performance with other dinosaurs. They are all dazed and confused, only knowing how to act on instincts that make people want to vomit. But at least I think you are very clear-headed and can make your own choices.”

"But your choice really disappoints me."

Tomat initially held certain expectations for the Butcher, who was shrouded in vortex and dark clouds.

He felt that under such extreme circumstances, it might actually catalyze the emergence of one or two individuals who wouldn't be so bored, such as some who had shed the primitive survival intelligence of the dinosaur.

They are not cannon fodder and data collectors who only fight when "the species can be preserved regardless of winning or losing," but rather "warlike individuals" who can make do-or-die decisions based on their individual consciousness.