Titan did not say a word, but just stared at Tartarus. For a moment, Tartarus nodded and said: "Then so be it."

"Let's go, I can't wait."

At this time, Diavolo's voice came from behind. Diavolo, who was so miserable that his armor was deformed, now walked over 'intact', with no scars on his body, and he looked quite good.

He was full of energy and said hurriedly: "To deal with those old guys, only fists can make them hand over the secret of the Space Fantasy Beast Fist."

"If you are too anxious, you will only mess up your sense of proportion," Tartarus turned his head and warned: "Keep calm at all times."

"Hehe, I already have an idea. That guy will definitely be very anxious to 'clean up the door'. If you give him a little more stimulation, even if it is a trap, he will step in young and vigorous."

"Oh, it seems you already have a plan." Tartarus felt impressed by Diavolo, who actually learned how to use tricks, instead of worrying about him, he solved it with one fist.

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"It's up to me this time," Diavolo slowly clenched his fists and said viciously, "I want them all, the Space Fantasy Beast Fist."

Back then, in order to worship the sect, he had humbled himself and endured the humiliation, but he was still criticized by all kinds of people. This time he wanted to get them all back, and let those old guys know that times have changed, and they who cling to rigid rules should also

Once eliminated, the power should be given to the strong.

"In that case, let's do what you want." Tartarus relinquished his authority and let Diavolo take charge of this plan, with them as backup support.
Chapter completed!