Chapter 958 Lifeless World

Chapter 958 Lifeless World

Amidst the relentless clash, the cacophony of destruction was deafening. Buildings crumbled, streets shattered, and the very earth quaked under the duress of their battle. Yet, in the eye of this apocalyptic storm, the two superhumans traded verbal blows alongside their physical ones.

Rudy, hovering above the maelstrom of chaos, spread his arms wide, as if conducting a symphony of annihilation. "How does it feel to destroy city after city? Didn't you say you wanted to create a perfect world? All I can see you doing is bringing destruction."

"I am not the one who did all this!" George retorted, his voice a thunderous counterpoint to the devastation around them. "It was you!"

Rudy raised an incredulous eyebrow, his expression one of bemusement amidst the cataclysm. "What do you mean?" he scoffed, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. "I always fight in space so that no life would be lost. It was 'you' who came back to Earth, not me. It was 'you' who destroyed your house and my house and the surroundings with your energy beams, not me. It was 'you' who challenged me to have a melee fight which led to the destruction of cities, not me. I haven't done anything except defending myself."

George's face contorted in frustration, his words a fiery retort. "So what? As I have been saying, sacrifices are always needed for the greater good. Consider everyone who died as a sacrifice."

"Oh?" Rudy chuckled, the sound incongruent with the chaos below. "So everyone who dies because of 'you' is a sacrifice. Well, that's quite convenient, ain't it?"

Their exchange of words was punctuated by explosive bursts of power. George swung his fists like battering rams, sending shockwaves of force rippling through the city. Rudy countered with agile evasions and swift counterattacks, every move calculated to minimize collateral damage. Yet, it was clear that the very nature of their battle defied any attempt at preservation.

Amidst this epic showdown, the city below them lay in ruins. Skyscrapers that had once scraped the heavens were reduced to shattered husks, and streets were little more than debris-strewn warzones. Smoke and dust choked the air, making it difficult to discern day from night.

Rudy's words held a cold truth. While George had claimed to be fighting for the greater good, the wake of destruction he left in his path seemed to contradict that very ideal. It was a grim paradox of a battle between two superhumans, each with their own vision of the world's future.

With each punch and kick, each earth-shaking shockwave and sonic boom, their battle etched a scar across the city's landscape. It was a testament to the awesome power of their conflict, a power that seemed to have no bounds.

Rudy, hovering mid-air with an air of detachment, simply shrugged his shoulders in response. "They are where they should be, busy with their life, with their loved ones, working, sleeping."

George's brows knitted further, unable to comprehend the absurdity of the situation. "Then why aren't they around? Why is there no one here?"

Rudy's response was laced with mockery as he chuckled darkly, his expression smug. "Why would they be on a random, far away planet in another universe?"

A heavy pause hung in the air as George struggled to process Rudy's words. "What...? But this is Earth!"

Rudy's condescending tone remained as he continued to unravel the truth. "Of course, because I made it like that."

George's shock was palpable. His eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. He realized that the entire environment they had been fighting in was nothing more than an elaborate illusion, a replica crafted by Rudy's cosmic powers.

"I created a replica of our galaxy while we were fighting in space," Rudy explained casually, his smirk never leaving his face.

In that moment, it was as if the rug had been pulled out from under George's feet. The grand battle, the relentless destruction, the cities they had annihilated – it had all been Rudy's trick.

George felt like a clown, a pawn in Rudy's grand play. His righteous pursuit of a perfect world, his determination to defeat the Lord and achieve his vision, had all been reduced to a charade orchestrated by the very being he sought to challenge. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving him not just physically but emotionally battered.

As the truth settled in, George could only watch, helpless and bewildered, as Rudy continued to hover above him, the embodiment of power and deception. It was a revelation that transcended the physical battle, highlighting the intricate mind games woven into the fabric of their conflict.

"Did you truly think you would be standing in front of me in one piece if you had actually killed my beloved Rebecca?" Rudy asked in an emotionless voice.