He was likely already heavily damaged by that punch just now.
"If I don't kill him, I won't be able to vent the hatred in my heart."
Speaking coldly, Vilatu stood on top of the high-rise, his sapphire eyes filled with murderous intent.
His awareness was partially destroyed, making it impossible for him to ever return to his peak and eliminating any chance of undergoing the Third Stage transformation.
And now.
Crackle!
The red arc behind him gathered again, as he stored energy, overlooking the earth, and looked towards the mid-level of a low building shrouded in smoke and dust hundreds of meters away.
The walls had collapsed, and a young man in a black trench coat was forced back by a blow, faintly visible in his slightly crouched, injured posture.
The time, place, and people all favored the Federation, and clearly, now was the best opportunity to retaliate, taking everything back with interest.
"Let's end this!"
