The battlefield trembles as Vaelor the Warbringer, the weakest among Team Ultra, steps forward, his mere presence suffocating the air. With a smirk, he cracks his knuckles and taunts Team Lightning.
"Seven against one? Pathetic. Let me show you what true power looks like."
Gray, burning with rage, charges first, but in a blink, Vaelor vanishes and reappears behind him, delivering a devastating blow that sends him crashing into a mountain. One by one, Lisa, Lyra, Brock, Bolt, Flair, and Misty launch their strongest attacks, but Vaelor dodges effortlessly, countering with overwhelming force.
Within minutes, all seven Immortals lie battered and broken, struggling to stand. Vaelor towers over them, preparing his final attack.
"This is the power of Team Ultra. Die knowing you never stood a chance."
Just as his attack is about to land—
A golden-red light flashes across the battlefield. L appears, standing between the fallen Immortals and Vaelor.
With a single motion, L raises his hand and effortlessly stops the attack, dispersing it as if it were nothing. His golden-brown eyes lock onto Vaelor, filled with pure amusement.
"You call that power? How disappointing."
With an explosive surge of energy, L transforms into his Power Mode, his aura shifting into a radiant golden-red glow. In a blur, he moves—Vaelor doesn't even see it coming.
One punch.
Vaelor crashes into the ground, forming a massive crater. He struggles to rise, but L appears behind him, grabbing him by the face and slamming him into the earth. Within seconds, Vaelor is utterly defeated.
Watching in shock, Azharel grits his teeth and commands the other two enforcers to attack. They charge at L, but he barely acknowledges them. With effortless movements, he dodges, counters, and annihilates them just as easily.
Finally, Azharel himself joins the battle. Now, all four members of Team Ultra fight L together. But—
L laughs.
He toys with them, dodging every attack with ease, mocking their weakness, and humiliating them in battle. No matter how hard they fight, they cannot touch him.
Realizing the gap in power, Azharel kneels, breathing heavily, his pride shattered. He clenches his fists and growls.
"Impossible... What are you?"
L smirks.
"An immortal like others."
Knowing they stand no chance, Team Ultra retreats, heading back to their original leader, broken and humiliated.
L watches them leave, then turns to the Immortals, who stare at him in awe and disbelief. Gray clenches his fists, vowing to become stronger.
L simply smiles.
"That was mildly entertaining."
—End of Chapter 2.