To beco truly powerful, one must possess countless abilities. At the forefront lies immortality. After all, strength cannot be attained ov
To beco truly powerful, one must possess countless abilities.At the forefront lies immortality.
After all, strength cannot be attained overnight. Only with endless ti can one refine themselves into an unstoppable force. Thus, immortality becos essential—not in the sense of eternal life, but in the ability to recover swiftly from devastating wounds.
This resilience is the foundation of true strength. Of course, it is not absolutely required, as there are rare exceptions. Tony Stark, for instance, possesses no immortality, yet through genius and perseverance he stands among the greatest. But such cases are almost nonexistent. For the vast majority, only those who can recover from mortal wounds have the potential to climb to the peak.
The Wolf God's gaze grew colder as realization struck. "Why… why is this man so strong?"
Zenkichi's assault had pierced through him with terrifying ease. Even with an immortal body, recovery carried a price—and an attack targeting the heart could never be taken lightly. If not for his desperate twist at the final mont, shifting his body just enough, Zenkichi's strike might have shattered his very core.
What unsettled him more was that he hadn't even reacted before the blow landed. The sheer speed and force were beyond his comprehension. Zenkichi's strength was not simply formidable, it was overwhelming—unparalleled.
Panic flickered beneath the Wolf God's fury. "He must be killed quickly, before any more variables appear!"
His body trembled with power, and in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance, reappearing directly in front of Zenkichi. His intent was clear—end the battle before his foe could strike again.
"The power of the Spiritual God!"
A dark, mysterious energy erupted from the Wolf God. It was unlike any natural force of this world, more like a creation forged from cruelty itself. It carried an aura of bloodlust, tornt, and madness, as if nightmares had been given form.
"Die!"
His fist blazed with destructive energy, its strength so terrifying that, under ordinary circumstances, it could shatter the moon into fragnts and scatter it into cosmic dust. This was not re power—it was devastation on the scale of gods.
Such was the strength of a being at the Heavenly Father's level. What mortals viewed as untouchable—the sun, the moon, the stars—were little more than toys in his hands.
But Zenkichi stood firm. His voice was calm, his will unwavering.
"Reflective Shield."
At his words, a radiant barrier shimred into existence before him. Ford entirely of pure energy, it radiated imnse defensive force. A special reflective film glowed across its surface, bending the incoming power away from him. This was no ordinary shield—it was a defense chanism Zenkichi himself had forged, and its strength was extraordinary.
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