Unless they gave him a Senzu Bean now, it might be possible to restore his strength completely.
But if they really let Quitela eat a Senzu Bean and allowed him to break free from the cube wall, that would truly become a huge problem.
"Pfft... pfft... pfft..."
At this moment, Quitela's head tilted to one side, and he completely passed out. Next to his drooping head, his mouth kept blowing tiny bubbles, looking utterly exhausted and drained of all strength.
This time, he was truly drained.
Quitela didn't even have the energy left to maintain his changed appearance. His true form was completely exposed without reservation.
The speed of the flying cube also slowed down, like a deflated balloon, gradually decelerating. The surrounding spatial ripples also subsided.
"Seems there's no other way." Soya helplessly sighed, slowly turning his head to look behind him.
Sure enough, after the flying cube's speed dropped, the figures of Rumshii and the other two chasing them also gradually became clear, closing in.
However, Rumshii and the other two were obviously exhausted too, each panting heavily like three donkeys driven a long way, their steps somewhat unsteady.
This kid really can run.
Also, the three of them now noticed a strange phenomenon.
There was actually no Angel on this cube.
A cube without an Angel controlling it could still run this fast?
Could this be a special cube awarded by the Grand Priest as a reward?
"Hey, stop running!" Rumshii shouted loudly from behind, his voice hoarse from rapid breathing.
"Stop quickly, we truly mean you no harm!" Sidra also hurriedly chimed in, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.
"I only want to deal with that guy who disguised himself as me!" Belmod gritted his teeth, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
After speaking, the three of them suddenly noticed that Soya's speed was indeed gradually slowing down.
Rumshii and the other two exchanged glances, each seeing surprise and confusion in the other's eyes.
Is this kid finally slowing down?
Are we seeing this right?
Soya's cube finally came to a complete stop, still steadily suspended in the silent void space of the World of Void, as if it had never moved.
Soya turned around, his face showing no trace of panic. Unhurriedly, he waved towards the pursuing Rumshii and the other two, as if greeting them.
"Huh? Lord Rumshii? Lord Sidra? And Lord Belmod, what a coincidence to meet you all here." Soya wore a relaxed smile on his face, greeting them in a natural tone.
The faces of the three Destroyer Gods darkened, black lines seeming to appear on their foreheads.
What a coincidence meeting us here my foot.
We were the ones chasing you the whole time, okay?
However, soon, the attention of Rumshii and the other three was drawn to Quitela stuck on the cube wall. Their expressions turned somewhat stunned.
Quitela's head drooped like a pile of mud, his mouth continuously blowing bubbles, looking extremely weak and drained, none of his usual arrogance in sight.
Seeing Quitela in such a miserable state, Belmod suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for him.
Why is this guy so tragic?
"So it really is this guy Quitela!" Rumshii wagged his long elephant trunk, his tone full of anger.
"This bastard, first impersonated me, then impersonated Belmod. Who would have thought he'd end up like this today." Sidra also snorted, his tone carrying a bit of schadenfreude.
"He's already in a sorry state. Should we still teach him a lesson?" Belmod looked at Quitela's pitiful appearance, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. For a moment, he didn't even know where to start.
Rumshii: "..."
Sidra: "..."
Neither of them spoke, feeling that what Belmod said seemed to make sense.
Quitela really did look miserable enough.
"What exactly did you do to Quitela?" Rumshii turned his gaze to Soya, his tone carrying scrutiny as he inquired.
"Nothing much, he just fell asleep." Soya grinned, his tone as relaxed as if discussing a trivial matter.
Rumshii rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, clearly not believing Soya's nonsense.
Why does it feel like this kid never tells the truth?
"Setting aside the matter of Quitela, Soya, shouldn't we settle that previous account properly now?" Rumshii's face darkened, his eyes glaring angrily at Soya, his tone unfriendly.
"Hmm, hmm, based on my calculations, you still owe me quite a bit of universe essence." Soya maintained his smile, speaking in a serious tone.
Rumshii: "..."
"Negative emotional value from Rumshii +666!"
How do I owe you quite a bit of universe essence?
Is that what I meant by settling accounts?
This kid is definitely doing it on purpose!
"Kid, stop talking nonsense over there!" Rumshii roared angrily, his voice echoing in the void space, "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! The Combat God Water!!"
"That's right, that's right." Sidra quickly chimed in from the side, his eyes fixed intently on Soya.
"Ah? So you were talking about the Combat God Water!" Soya pretended to suddenly understand, clapping his hands, "You should have said so earlier... Do you still want to buy some? I'll give you a cheaper price this time."
"Kid, we're talking about the period of weakness!" Rumshii's face darkened, almost spitting the words through gritted teeth. This kid is way too good at playing dumb.
"I understand. Both of your strengths have been reduced by 10 times. I wonder if anyone took the opportunity to get revenge?" When Soya said this, he deliberately and meaningfully glanced in Belmod's direction, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
A faint smile curled at the corner of Belmod's mouth, but he completely ignored Soya's words, acting as if he hadn't heard them.
However, the expressions of Rumshii and Sidra changed slightly, becoming a bit tense. They glanced nervously at Belmod, secretly becoming wary.
Seeing Belmod's expression, Soya suddenly realized.
How could Belmod not know that the two of them were currently very weak?
He had been chasing them with Rumshii and Sidra for so long.
Judging just from their speed, he must have been able to tell their condition was off.
"Don't worry, you two. I won't take advantage of someone's weakness." Sensing their gazes, Belmod gave them a reassuring look and spoke in a calm tone.
Rumshii and Sidra finally breathed a sigh of relief, their tense bodies relaxing slightly.
"Soya, you performed excellently in the Dual God election last time. You are indeed an outstanding Supreme Kai." Belmod turned his head, a gentle smile on his face as he spoke to Soya.
"Thank you for the compliment." Soya nodded slightly, politely expressing his thanks.
"Let Quitela go." Belmod abruptly changed the subject, then commanded Soya in an authoritative, indisputable tone.
"Uh, I can't do anything about that either. I'd also like to get him down, but I'm truly at a loss." Soya shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head gently, wearing an expression of helplessness.
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