BOOM——!!!
Bison crashed heavily into the already-crumbling Psycho Drive, making that evil "heart" even more precarious.
PFFT——!
A mouthful of purple-black "divine blood" sprayed from his mouth.
The "god" was wounded.
Seriously wounded.
"No... impossible... this is impossible!"
Bison struggled to rise from the ground.
He stared in disbelief at his own ravaged body, then at the man in the distance who had withdrawn his silver-white glowing fist and was now walking toward him with casual ease.
His mind was in complete chaos.
"My Ultimate Psycho Crusher... my strike that merged with the entire base, capable of warping reality... actually... actually lost to this... this cold technological power?!"
He couldn't understand it.
Nor could he accept it!
In his view, the spirit was the ultimate power transcending everything! Matter and technology were merely toys for lowly mortals!
An "idealist" cultist, after being brutally educated by the iron fist of "materialism," had his entire worldview collapse on the spot.
"Nothing's impossible."
Cloud walked toward him step by step. With each step, the ground that had turned to lava solidified beneath his feet.
"I told you—before science, all your mysticism is heresy." He spoke to Bison in a tone full of the pity of a science educator.
"Your so-called Psycho Power, to put it simply, is just emotional energy. And emotions are the most unstable things, the easiest to calculate and interfere with. What I just used was pure energy output based on energy conservation and particle collision principles. Fundamentally, I'm more scientific and more stable than you."
Listening to this scientific theory that drove him crazy, Bison felt like he was going insane.
"Shut up! Shut up! What do you know?" He roared hysterically, his handsome face full of madness and distortion. "What do you know about the power of the spirit?! Flesh will eventually decay! Matter will eventually annihilate! Only will is eternal!"
"Since my body cannot defeat you..."
His eyes flickered with a resolute yet crazed purple light!
"Then I'll completely tear you apart in your spiritual world!"
"Welcome to... my dream!"
"Psycho Invasion!"
Bison transformed his already-damaged Psycho Power source into a purple-black arrow, ignoring physical distance, and stabbed viciously toward the space between Cloud's eyebrows!
This was his strongest and most confident trump card!
He believed no mortal could withstand his mental assault capable of completely shattering souls!
He would plant the deepest fear in Cloud's spiritual world, turning him into his most loyal, drooling puppet!
"Cloud! Watch out!" In the distance, Chun-Li didn't know what was happening, but she could sense an aura a hundred times more dangerous than before had locked onto Cloud!
Yet facing this mental attack capable of instantly killing gods and Buddhas—
Cloud simply stood there quietly.
He didn't even blink.
He merely watched that purple-black spiritual arrow rushing toward him with eyes full of sympathy and pity.
"Sigh, the path to heaven you refuse to take, the gates of hell you insist on crashing through."
"I was planning to leave you a whole corpse..."
"But this is your own doing."
The next second—
Bison's Psycho Power successfully "pierced" into Cloud's mind.
And then...
There was no "then."
Bison felt like he had rushed into an absolute void.
Here, there was no sky, no earth, no light, no darkness.
Here, there was nothing.
Only an endless emptiness that froze the soul.
"Wh-where... is this?!"
Bison's consciousness, formed from Psycho Power, looked around in terror.
He discovered that his prized Psycho Power, capable of warping reality, was like a pebble thrown into the ocean here—creating not the slightest ripple!
He was like an ordinary person thrown into the cosmos, feeling unprecedented insignificance and helplessness!
Just as he panicked—
Before him, in that endless void—
A throne woven from "light" and "darkness," impossibly vast, radiating both divinity and demonic nature, slowly materialized.
And upon the throne—
A figure sat quietly.
He had silver short hair and wore white ritual robes radiating divine light.
His face showed no expression, and his golden vertical pupils gazed down indifferently at the ant-like consciousness below.
This was Cloud.
Or rather, within Cloud's spiritual world—the embodiment of his "primal will"—Orochi!
"Welcome to my world."
Bison looked at the being upon the throne, like a god of creation, and felt unprecedented terror and trembling!
A man who had called himself a "god"—
Only now did he truly witness what a "god" actually looked like!
Cloud, upon the throne, slowly raised his hand.
In it appeared an exquisitely crafted English afternoon tea set.
He elegantly lifted a steaming cup of tea and took a small sip.
"Thou... didst just say... thou wouldst completely tear Us apart in our spiritual world?"
THUD!
Bison's consciousness could no longer withstand this absolute pressure from a higher plane of existence. His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees in that void!
"No... no! This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" He clutched his head and screamed madly. "What... what the hell are you?! How could a human's spiritual world possibly be... like this?!"
"What the hell?" Cloud upon the throne tilted his head, as if contemplating the meaning of the phrase.
"If We must say..."
He set down his teacup and spoke slowly, his voice full of divine arrogance:
"We are existence, and We are nothingness."
"We are creation, and We are destruction."
"We are the beginning of all things, and We are the end of everything."
"And thou..."
His golden vertical pupils gazed indifferently at Bison, who was on the verge of mental collapse.
"...art merely a boring piece of code about to be deleted."
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