Thumbskull glanced around, grabbed a nearby sedan, and swung it wildly before hurling it with all his strength. The car tore through the air with a deafening howl, crashing toward Four Arms.
"Too weak."
Four Arms stretched out a blood-red arm and tore the car clean in half. He gripped one of the halves tightly in his palm, wielding it like a weapon.
With a powerful kick, he launched himself five or six meters into the air. His immense strength propelled him upward, and he swung the car fragment down with crushing force toward Thumbskull.
Thumbskull raised his arms to shield his head, bracing for impact.
Boom!
The blow landed with the sound of thunder. Four Arms' overwhelming power slammed Thumbskull deep into the lawn. The car fragment shattered into countless metal pieces, spraying debris and dirt in every direction.
The once-arrogant Thumbskull now lay buried in the ground, only his head sticking out—his face covered in mud, eyes spinning in dizziness.
"Cool!" Ben blurted out, excitement surging through him.
That was his Cuz for sure—taking down that thick-skinned brute the instant he showed up.
Luckily, the chaos in the courtyard—the roars, crashes, and explosions—drowned out Ben's voice. Zombozo didn't notice him at all.
"Impressive," Zombozo said calmly, his beer belly jutting out as he clasped his hands behind his back. He didn't seem the least bit worried.
Once he finished draining the happiness from the entire town, no one would be able to oppose him—not even this four-armed creature.
Watching Four Arms grow fiercer by the second, Zombozo's lips curled into a sinister grin.
Maybe he wouldn't even need to get involved...
Behind the house, Ben looked down at his watch glowing red and sighed.
Going out now would only drag his Cuz down. Better to stay hidden and wait for the Omnitrix to recharge...
After subduing Thumbskull, Four Arms sidestepped, dodging a burst of Acid Breath's corrosive fumes.
"Damn, you stink! Ever heard of mouthwash?" he snapped, waving a hand to clear the foul air.
"This is just how I am. What are you gonna do about it?" Acid Breath sneered, flashing a malicious grin. He took pride in his stench—why else would he have gone decades without brushing his teeth?
"Enough talk. Let's finish this fast."
Frightwig rushed in, her crimson hair lashing out wildly as she engaged Four Arms.
Her tough, whip-like strands cracked against his muscular arms, each strike ringing sharply through the air.
"How's that, big guy? Doesn't feel so good, huh?" she taunted, stepping back with a smirk of disdain.
Her hair could smash stone—no way this four-armed brute would walk away unscathed after taking that many hits.
Four Arms shrugged. "Sorry, didn't feel a thing."
"What?!" Frightwig's eyes widened in disbelief.
Four Arms grunted and reached out a massive hand to grab her.
Facing the unstoppable giant, Frightwig immediately retreated, her scarlet tendrils shooting out like venomous snakes and piercing into the stone tiles beneath her.
She flipped backward, yanking several slabs of stone into the air, then flung them in rapid succession like a storm of projectiles, raining down on Four Arms.
Four Arms roared, raising his arms to shield himself. The heavy tiles shattered against him one after another, exploding into dust and debris.
Without slowing, he burst forward through the cloud of smoke and fragments, closing in on Frightwig in an instant.
Her expression twisted in panic. She unleashed another barrage of red hair, trying to hold him off.
Four Arms ignored the assault, seized her hair in one massive fist, planted his feet firmly, and with a powerful twist of his waist, hurled her through the air.
Acid Breath, who had just opened his mouth to spew another blast of fumes, was crushed beneath the falling Frightwig. He let out a strangled groan before losing consciousness.
The two of them lay in a heap, motionless—out of the fight for now.
Not far away, Thumbskull remained stuck in the ground, completely immobilized—like a tree with roots buried deep in the earth, only the top of his head still visible.
With that, the circus trio had been defeated—crushed single-handedly by Four Arms.
[Successfully defeated the trio]
[Four Arms' strength increased by 10%]
A series of notifications echoed in Lucian's mind.
"Awesome! My Cuz Lucian is seriously amazing!" Ben clenched his fists, his heart pounding with excitement.
"Boss, save me!"
Thumbskull's hoarse scream broke the air, his rough face twisted in terror and panic. He had never seen anything so terrifying—someone who could tear through cars and stone slabs as if they were paper. It was like facing an unstoppable monster.
A cold glint flashed through Zombozo's deep, sunken eyes as he walked forward at an unhurried pace. "What a bunch of useless idiots. Seems I always have to clean up after you."
"If only Eliza were here…"
As he muttered, Zombozo drew one fat hand from his pocket and raised both arms high. His thick, pale skin was lined with glowing blue beads that pulsed with faint, eerie light.
Four Arms narrowed his eyes. That glow—he could sense it. It was the happiness of the townspeople, drained by Zombozo and turned into his own power.
"I must admit, Mr. Four Arms, you're quite something~" Zombozo chuckled. Then his grin darkened. "But you hurt my subordinates. That's the same as slapping a clown in the face."
"I can't just let that slide~" he sneered.
Behind the house, Ben tensed up. The clown looked terrifying. Could his Cuz really handle him?
The little black dog in his arms whimpered softly and nuzzled Ben's chest, its dark, glossy eyes glinting as if trying to calm him down.
"Oh, great... even a dog can see right through me," Ben muttered, lowering his eyes before glancing back toward the courtyard.
After the brutal battle, what was once a quiet, beautiful yard had been reduced to ruins. Cracked walls, shattered tiles, half-uprooted trees, torn-up grass—and the splintered remains of the doghouse littered the ground.
Facing the eerie clown, Four Arms planted his feet and launched forward like a cannonball, his massive frame tearing through the air as he charged at Zombozo.
"Kid, you should be the one afraid of me."
With a burst of colorful fireworks, Zombozo vanished from sight—only to reappear an instant later behind Four Arms.
His fist tightened, swirling with a strange blue energy, and he swung it like a bolt of lightning at the giant's broad back...