"Why... is that fat cat actually not dead?"

When looking back, it had been seen, Evil Moon's massive body, like a leaky pig's bladder, had instantly shrunk and returned to his normal size. His limbs were flailing in the air, then with the sound of bang, he heavily hit the distant rockery, pressing a clear fat cat print on the hard rock; then, he slowly slid down to the ground.

That enormous power, like the vast sea, even if the opponent was a master at the ...