In just a moment, Robert understood the essence of Satanish's move. It was a manifestation of Satanish's power surpassing his own. As long as Robert's current strength couldn't exceed Satanish's, he couldn't escape the lock with any method other than teleportation, leaving him no choice but to face Satanish's ultimate strike head-on.
A buzzing sound rang out, and before Robert could break free from the binding or teleport away, Satanish had already gathered a terrifying amount of energy aimed directly at him. For a moment, it felt to Robert as though the Hell Dimension itself was attacking him.
Of course, if it were truly the Hell Dimension launching an assault, Robert knew there'd be no easy way to withstand it. However, the attack was coming from Satanish, who had simply channeled too much power from the Hell Dimension, causing Robert to feel a bit of an illusion.
With a sharp sound, just as the Hell Dimension's force barreled toward him, Robert's aura suddenly changed. Golden flames of energy enveloped him, and his hair shot straight up, turning bright golden in an instant.
Super Saiyan!
Yes, from the start of his battle with Satanish until now, Robert had not yet transformed into a Super Saiyan. This was one of the reasons Robert hadn't been satisfied with the fight.
Think about it. Satanish hadn't even been able to force Robert into his Super Saiyan form earlier, so how could Robert truly enjoy the battle?
It wasn't until Satanish devoured Daulta and gained a power boost that Robert began to feel a bit of pressure. Only after Satanish unleashed his ultimate attack did Robert take the fight seriously.
With a loud crack, once Robert transformed into a Super Saiyan, he instantly regained his freedom of movement. At the same time, he released a terrifying energy wave from his hand to clash with the Hell Dimension's force.
This time, the two opposing energies didn't immediately explode. Instead, they engaged in a deep collision and decomposition, continuously consuming each other.
For Robert, this kind of consumption wasn't much of a problem, but for Satanish, it was unbearable. His ultimate move was powered by a large amount of Hell Dimension's source energy, which was a massive burden for him.
If a lord of another dimension were using their own dimension's source power, it wouldn't be as taxing, because other dimensions' source powers weren't as powerful, and their lords had more control over them.
But the Hell Dimension was different. Its source power was so immense that even dividing it among countless Hell Lords made it difficult for any one of them to fully control.
Even after Satanish's strength had increased from devouring Daulta, he still struggled. Moreover, with his own Hell Dimension's power obstructing him, Satanish couldn't even investigate what was happening on Robert's side. The clash of energies had blocked all of Satanish's sensory abilities.
Satanish was confused. How could Robert, who had been suppressed just moments ago, suddenly withstand his killing blow, even pushing back against him?
If he couldn't handle Robert before devouring Daulta, and still couldn't afterward, then what was the point of devouring Daulta at all?
"Not good!" Thoughts raced through Satanish's mind, distracting him. That brief lapse in focus caused his heart to tremble, as the Hell Dimension's force, which had been holding its own against Robert's energy wave, was suddenly overwhelmed and sent flying back toward him. Now Satanish had to not only withstand Robert's energy wave but also suffer the backlash from his own Hell Dimension's power.
A terrifying explosion echoed across the dimension, yet the surrounding space remained unaffected. When the blast's power faded, everything returned to a standstill.
However, while the dimensional space remained intact, Satanish wasn't so lucky. When the dust settled, his battered form was revealed, his once-imposing demon body now nothing more than a tattered mess.
The term "tattered" referred to his powerful demonic body, not his clothing—since Satanish, being a demon, didn't wear any. His body was in such disrepair that even the large face on his abdomen was unrecognizable, and the eye sockets were empty, the eyeballs blown away by the force of the explosion.
Even as a Hell Lord, Satanish was not immune to such severe injuries. If his body had been completely reduced to dust, it might have been easier, as he could have used the Hell Dimension's source power to resurrect. But now, with so many wounds, each filled with terrifying energy that continued to burn his body, he was forced to expend a tremendous amount of power just to try to heal himself.
But despite pouring all his energy into recovery, Satanish's injuries showed no signs of improvement, not even a trace of healing.
"Your strength still falls short," Robert said, shaking his head in disappointment as he looked at the broken Satanish. "Do you have another Hell Lord you've been nurturing? Because it seems like you're going down without me even trying. You're hardly worthy of being a Hell Lord..."
"Damn you! If you've got the guts, just kill me already!" Satanish roared, furious and humiliated. He accepted that Robert was stronger, but to be mocked over and over was too much. Did Robert really think he was just a punching bag?
Satanish would have unleashed his full power if he had another trick up his sleeve. But unfortunately, with no more cards to play, he could only grit his teeth and endure Robert's taunts.
"Oh, let's try then," Robert said with a casual nod. Without warning, he vanished from where he stood.
"What?! You're serious?!" Satanish couldn't believe it. Even after suffering so much, Robert wasn't letting him off. When he sensed Robert's terrifying power right in front of him, Satanish's eyes flashed with a cold light.
With a loud bang, Robert's punch landed on Satanish's body, and the moment it did, Satanish's form trembled violently. It was as if Robert had triggered an explosive switch, and Satanish's body detonated on the spot.
Another deafening explosion reverberated across the dimension—this time, it was Satanish's self-destruction.
Yes, Satanish had chosen to self-destruct. His body was already so badly damaged that, rather than waste more energy trying to recover, and continue getting beaten by Robert, he decided it was better to destroy his broken form and revive from his fountain.
He knew that even if his self-destruction couldn't hurt Robert, at least he could vent some of his frustration by leaving him in a mess.
However, Satanish didn't anticipate that his self-destruction wouldn't harm Robert at all. The moment Robert felt the wrong sensation from his punch, he had already activated his defensive stance.
After all, self-destruction was practically a common occurrence in the Dragon Ball world, and Robert had become so familiar with it that he knew exactly how to defend against it.
Robert's body flickered amidst the explosive energy, not from teleportation, but from his sheer speed as he dodged the weak points in the explosion.
Unlike energy attacks, which could be precisely controlled, self-destructive energy was much harder to manage. Even if the explosion's range could be somewhat controlled, it was impossible to ensure that every part of the blast carried the same level of force.
When the explosive power finally subsided, Robert unleashed a powerful burst of energy, dispersing the remaining blast waves around him. His body emerged unscathed.
"He self-destructed, huh? But a Hell Lord doesn't die that easily. He's probably gone back to revive, so I'd better go pay him another visit. Can't let him recover too easily..." Robert shook his head slightly, then, after sensing Satanish's aura, disappeared from the spot.
"Damn Saiyan! Don't let me get a chance, or I'll make sure you pay!" In the core of his palace, Satanish's form began to reassemble with the help of the Hell Dimension's source power. His eyes burned with fury.
"Still, devouring Daulta in a rush wasn't a complete loss. Though I didn't reach the new level I wanted, I'm close. Maybe the next lamb will make up the difference…"
"So you really do have another lamb, huh? Have you raised him to Hell Lord level too? I doubt it. If you had, you wouldn't be able to resist devouring him now to seek revenge on me, would you?"
Before Satanish could finish his thought, Robert's voice suddenly rang out beside him, causing Satanish's expression to change drastically.
"Saiyan?! How are you here? This is the core of my palace, protected by the Hell Dimension's source power! How could you possibly be here?!" Satanish was truly shocked. Robert had somehow appeared in what was essentially his revival point.
Of course, this "fountain" didn't have offensive capabilities, but it was supposed to prevent anyone except Hell Lords from entering. Yet Robert's teleportation ability had bypassed that limitation entirely, locking onto Satanish's presence.
"Didn't you ask me to kill you? Since you've revived, it means I failed to do that, so naturally, I had to come kill you a second time." Robert smiled warmly, raising his hand to gather an even more terrifying energy wave than before.
"Saiyan! What do you think you're doing?!" Satanish's pupils contracted sharply. Realizing what was about to happen, he immediately connected with the Hell Dimension's source power, and both he and Robert disappeared from the palace's core.
Satanish had made up his mind. Even if Robert destroyed everything in his Hell domain, he couldn't allow the
core to be harmed. If Robert somehow managed to destroy the core, Satanish wouldn't be able to revive ever again!
Robert suddenly found himself standing in a magnificent palace, his brow furrowing in surprise. Now that he'd left the core, he could no longer sense its specific aura, as though it didn't exist in reality.
"Die, Saiyan!" Sitting on his Hell Lord throne, Satanish swung his fist. A terrifying force gathered from all directions of his Hell domain, converging toward Robert's location.
This time, Satanish demonstrated the true advantage of fighting on his home turf. His attack was far stronger than the one before, bolstered by the power granted to him as Hell Lord. In his own domain, Satanish could even challenge those stronger than him.
"Interesting," Robert's eyes lit up. He retracted the energy wave he'd been about to release and instead spread his arms wide, as if embracing something.
A loud hum echoed, but what Robert was really doing was releasing his energy wave in another way. As the light around him grew brighter, a terrifying energy burst out from Robert's body, surging across every inch of the Hell domain.
This was another type of energy release, similar to self-destruction but more controlled.
A blinding white light engulfed Satanish's entire domain, and Satanish himself was also caught in it. His body was continuously destroyed and regenerated.
But as Satanish saw his palace, his throne, and all the inhabitants of his domain disappear in the light, he gave up on healing and let his body be completely consumed by the energy.
"Hmm?" Noticing that there was no longer any sign of life around him, Robert stopped. A Hell Lord certainly wouldn't die so easily, but Satanish's aura had completely vanished. That was because Satanish, now in his core, had given up on reviving. With his entire domain destroyed and no way to fight back, there was no point in coming back...
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