Seeing his punch easily blocked by Macarita's palm, Katakana's face showed a trace of shock. Although he knew Angels were all extremely powerful, he hadn't expected Macarita's strength to be this overwhelming.
Even though Katakana hadn't used his full strength in that punch just now, he had definitely not held back either.
For such an attack to be blocked so effortlessly by Macarita, it left Katakana a little incredulous.
After all, even Gods of Destruction Vermut, in his unsealed form, would have had difficulty dealing with that punch directly.
Could it be that Macarita is even stronger than Whis?
The thought made Katakana's expression turn serious.
Retracting his fist, Katakana looked at Macarita, then smiled and said, "I accept the apology. But if you're just going to let Vermut off the hook that easily, isn't that too lenient?"
"Macarita, kill this bastard for me! How dare he insult me like this…"
Hearing this, Gods of Destruction Vermut felt his face burning with pain and humiliation.
He deeply regretted provoking Katakana in the first place, this guy was a monster.
Despite Vermut's loud shouting, Katakana and Macarita ignored him, as if on the same wavelength.
Macarita smiled and asked, "Then may I ask what Mr. Katakana wants?"
"I want to flick Vermut's Mediterranean forehead!"
"Don't worry, Lady Macarita. I understand your duty, so I won't make things difficult for you," Katakana replied with a smirk as he took a few steps forward toward Vermut.
Although Macarita hesitated for a moment, she eventually stepped aside.
Since Katakana said he wouldn't attack further, she wanted to see what he would actually do.
Still, she was puzzled, what did he mean by "Mediterranean"? Why flick Vermut's head?
Macarita decided to watch closely, but made up her mind that if Katakana did attack Vermut, she wouldn't hold back.
Even though Katakana's strength and talent were unprecedented, as an Angel, Macarita knew her responsibilities.
"…What are you doing, Macarita?! Don't trust his nonsense! He definitely won't let me go! Kill him now!"
Vermut was in a panic seeing Katakana approaching. Having forcibly broken his seal and exhausted his energy, he was as weak as the defeated Jiren now.
"Sorry, Vermut."
As Katakana spoke, he stretched out his palm toward Vermut.
"No... Don't come closer... Don't..."
Gods of Destruction Vermut was terrified and tried to back away.
"Bonk!"
To Vermut's surprise, Katakana didn't attack, he simply flicked the middle of his forehead hard.
A huge bump immediately rose on Vermut's head!
Vermut screamed in pain, but because Katakana hadn't gone too far, Macarita did not intervene.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Defeat Gods of Destruction Vermut and flick his Mediterranean forehead!]
[Reward: Perfect Ultra Instinct!]
[Bonus reward: 99,999 Senzu Beans!]
After the flick, Katakana heard the familiar system notification in his mind.
Instantly, his Ultra Instinct ascended to Perfect Ultra Instinct, and he also received an unexpected extra reward, 99,999 senzu beans!
"All done, Lady Macarita!"
"I've accomplished what I came to do."
"Let's leave it at that!"
"I hope Vermut remembers this, just because you're a God of Destruction doesn't mean you can disregard others!"
"Otherwise, the one who loses face in the end will be you!"
With that, Katakana glanced at the dazed Vermut and shook his head.
"That's it? He just flicked him once? What a strange guy…"
Macarita mumbled to herself. She had thought Katakana would demand something or teach Vermut a harsh lesson.
Instead, he just flicked Vermut's forehead and left.
"See you next time, Lady Macarita!"
Katakana gave her a nod, then used Instant Transmission to leave Universe 11.
If it weren't for Macarita's sudden intervention, Katakana wouldn't have let Vermut off so easily.
Vermut was a sinister schemer, his underhanded tricks were worse than Jiren's brute force.
Although Katakana's strength now rivaled or even surpassed that of a God of Destruction, he could clearly feel the gap between himself and an Angel like Macarita.
That one blocked punch said everything.
If he really fought Macarita now, he would absolutely be defeated, without a doubt.
Even when Katakana awakened Perfect Ultra Instinct and felt surging confidence, the urge to fight Macarita popped up in his heart for a moment.
But in the end, he held back.
Enduring was the key to long-term victory. Even if his strength had risen again, until he had absolute certainty, he wouldn't show off too early.
And after this event, Vermut definitely wouldn't dare to act high and mighty in front of him again.
"he's already left Universe 11!"
Macarita's expression grew serious. She hadn't expected Katakana's Instant Transmission to work across universes.
Even Angels needed special power to open an entrance to other universes.
Yet Katakana could do it with just a technique?
That truly surprised Macarita.
"Macarita... that guy's gone?"
Vermut finally regained his senses and asked cautiously.
"Yes, Lord Vermut."
Macarita replied calmly.
"...I didn't expect that last flick to hurt that much... That damn brat! How dare he do something so outrageous to a God of Destruction. I will never forgive him!"
"And Beerus too, that bastard!"
Holding his "Mediterranean" forehead, Vermut's face was twisted with hatred.
Yes, this guy held grudges!
And just then, Macarita looked closely at Vermut's head… and suddenly realized something!
She stared intently at his scalp and noticed a few sparse hairs sticking up from the middle of his shiny bald head…
It looked just like a deforested patch of land with only a few lonely trees left standing.
"Hiss... I have to admit, that really does look ridiculous…"
Seeing Vermut's pathetic hairstyle, Macarita couldn't help but burst out laughing.