[If I kill this guy, he will simply respawn like that past dummy second dark reigner. And if I execute the final technique of senior's martial arts, it will unleash a bit of supreme sovereignty, which would break this whole pocket dimension.
If that were to happen, there's no guarantee the judges of the Artificiary wouldn't sense it. Damn it, now I'm calling those crooks and mutant asymmetrons as judges without even realizing it. What happens if my terminology gets accustomed to that term by the end of this conquest?]
""UNDER THE REMARK OF QORÈM SCHIO WRAWRI, I COMMAND ALL LAWS TO OPPOSE THE ONE IN FRONT OF ME!!"", implied Erzavelle, all of a sudden. He was floating out of the crack.
---clensh---
The next instant, I felt a clenching and whooshing sensation all over me. I gritted my teeth.
[I'm being pressed from all directions. Even my limbs are having a hard time moving.]
I spouted, ""NOW YOU'RE REMINDING ME OF MY FIGHT WITH DEYTON WARZON!""