The confrontation between Vittoria and Beelzebub was still more like a competition. Rather, as each was measuring the other's power thoroughly in a preliminary test, it had started to look like a display of strength. The avenue was a miserable wreck from the scars carved in as a result. Two storehouses had already collapsed, and a hundred square meters of asphalt were torn up. Turned into a battlefield, it was almost as if an earthquake has just come and gone. "I don't want to die...!" CLASH! "Haa...Sorry I'm late." That was this mystery man could say.