Island of 1,000 Condiments

Blown back and stunned briefly by the sudden flashes of light, Un regained his balance as he slowly rose to a single knee. He clunked his head a few times, still seeing stars for a brief moment before returning to the normal, scowling expression. He scanned the battlefield and noticed Brutus collapsed on the ground. He also noticed that Saiyan-jin warrior had vanished. Had he been incinerated? This displeased Un, as a Saiyan-jin corpse would bid a high price on the market. Then, the thought hit him. His eyes suddenly widened, despite blood running from the corners. What if he took out this one, Brutus? No, he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to, he felt grateful. It was unlike him to feel gratitude, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to vomit, “Brutus?” he murmured, memorizing the name. He telepathically shot a message, “We’ll meet again one day, and next time, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

With that, the demon seemed to fade into the darkness of the night, just as quickly as he came.

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