The sky stood still.
Not a bird.
Not a breeze.
Not a sound.
Just a dreadful silence after a chaos that shook the world. And in that silence…
Ivarage moved.
The transformation was complete. His once massive dragon form now stood six and a half feet tall, lean and armored in black and red scales, shaped like demonic obsidian. His eyes—piercing, glowing purple—sliced through the world like death incarnate. He looked human… but the aura he released?
Everything died.
The grass beneath his feet withered into ash. The clouds cracked like shattered glass. Magicules around him were getting sucked in and destroyed. The world recoiled from his presence.
Milim clutched her chest. "Wh-What… is this pressure…?"
Velzard gritted her teeth. "The balance of existence is breaking…"
Veldora trembled, staring at Ivarage's new form. "He's… more than a monster. This is a being of absolute destruction."
But Yujiro?
He didn't even blink.
Then came Feldway's voice, filled with twisted pride.
"GO, IVARAGE! Feast upon this world! DESTROY THEM ALL!!!"
But what Feldway failed to notice… was that Ivarage was no longer his pet.
Ivarage slowly turned his head. A quiet crack echoed from his neck as he flexed his new form. Then, with a flash faster than thought, he vanished.
Velzard's eyes widened. "Where did he go!?"
Milim looked left, then right, panic on her face. "He's gone!"
Suddenly—
SHLUNK!!
Blood splattered through the air.
Feldway gasped, eyes wide in horror.
Ivarage's arm had pierced through his chest, fingers wrapped tightly around his heart like it was a ripe fruit.
Feldway struggled to speak. "H-How… y-you… b-belong to m—"
CRUNCH.
Ivarage ripped the heart out, held it up—and took a bite, chewing slowly as if it was an apple. The sound echoed like a death toll.
Velzard turned away. "Th-That's disgusting…"
Milim covered her mouth. "He ate it… He ATE it!"
Veldora shook. "That was… Feldway…"
Feldway's corpse hit the ground like a puppet with no strings. Blood soaked the battlefield.
Ivarage wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly turned to face the remaining four.
His voice was cold.
"Hmm… weak. That was disappointing."
Then he looked at Yujiro.
What he saw confused him.
No aura. No magic. No pressure.
Just a man. Muscular. Calm. Smirking.
Yujiro's arms were crossed, and he looked like he was staring at a boring puzzle.
Ivarage tilted his head. "Interesting. I feel no power from you… and yet, you're not afraid?"
Yujiro smirked wider. "You talk a lot for a glorified overgrown lizard."
Ivarage's eyes narrowed. "Name yourself, mortal."
Yujiro raised his chin.
"Yujiro Hanma. The Strongest."
A pause.
Then Ivarage… laughed. A low, dark, thunderous chuckle.
"Strongest? Of what? Ants? You carry no magic, no aura. I don't even feel a heartbeat."
Yujiro cracked his neck. "That's 'cause you're used to fear. I don't give that off."
Ivarage stepped forward, the ground cracking beneath each step.
"Bold words. I will enjoy tearing the skin from your bones."
Yujiro's smile dropped. He stepped forward once, raising his hands in a loose, calm stance. The wind grew silent.
"You won't get the chance."
Then—
BOOM!!
Both vanished in a blink. Shockwaves exploded from the space between them. The sky cracked. Lightning tore across the clouds.
Milim screamed, "They're moving too fast!"
Velzard covered her eyes. "I can't… I can't even see them!"
The first visible hit came when Ivarage reappeared above the ground—spinning into a downward kick that could split a mountain.
Yujiro was already there.
BOOM!!
He blocked the kick with his forearm. The ground shattered beneath them.
Ivarage's eyes widened. "Impossible—!"
Yujiro snarled. "My turn."
He struck.
A single jab. But the air split. Ivarage blocked it, barely, but the force sent him flying three hundred meters, skidding through stone and steel like a meteor.
Yujiro landed softly, barefoot, arms still relaxed.
Ivarage stood up, lips bleeding.
"You're not human."
Yujiro shrugged. "Didn't say I was."
Ivarage roared and charged, wings flaring open, releasing a firestorm of destructive magic.
Yujiro ran straight through it.
Burns? None.
Fear? Never.
He flipped over a magic blast, spun mid-air, and landed a Muay Thai elbow straight into Ivarage's jaw.
The dragon staggered back. Yujiro followed with three lightning-fast strikes to the ribs, a knee to the gut, and a crushing palm to the chest.
CRACK!
Something broke.
Ivarage coughed black blood.
"Y-You're… just… fists. Just muscle. How can you—"
Yujiro's voice cut like a knife.
"Because fists… never lie."
Then, with one more burst, they vanished again.
Above, the clouds parted, revealing a swirling red eye in the sky—the world itself watching.
Milim whispered, "This is more than just a fight."
Veldora nodded. "This is a clash of beliefs. Magic against Might."
Velzard said quietly, "Yujiro… win."
The skies raged.
The heavens cracked open.
The Cardinal World held its breath.
And at the heart of it all—
Yujiro Hanma vs. Ivarage, the World Destroyer.
Ivarage, now in his humanoid form, floated mid-air—his arms spread wide, his wings flared, black and red flames wrapping around his body like a cloak of death. The power surging from him bent the very fabric of the world. Mountains trembled. Oceans roared. Magicules warped and twisted into spirals of chaos.
"ENOUGH GAMES!!" Ivarage roared. "Let's see you survive THIS!"
He snapped his fingers, and the skies turned purple—a celestial magic field formed above them.
Thousands of black spears of void formed around him like a halo of destruction. With a single flick—
"Oblivion Barrage!"
They rained down.
Each spear could destroy a city. A single one was enough to annihilate nations.
But Yujiro didn't even move from his stance.
He ran forward.
BAM—BAM—BAM—!!
He punched through the void spears.
One.
Two.
Ten.
Thirty.
Each time a spear came close, his fists struck them like hammers breaking glass. They exploded in violent bursts of color—red, gold, black, white. It was like a firework of doom, but Yujiro kept pushing through.
"You call this destruction?!" Yujiro barked as he shot forward. "This is just noise!"
Velzard's jaw dropped. "H-He's breaking Feld-level magic… with his FISTS?!"
Milim's hands were clenched tight. "I can't believe it… that's the Oblivion Barrage… Yujiro's punching through it like it's cotton candy!"
Veldora blinked. "Is this what humans can do…?! Or is he something else entirely?!"
Ivarage snarled. "How do you fight without magic!? Without aura?! WHO ARE YOU?!"
"I'm your executioner," Yujiro smirked. "And I don't need fireworks to kill monsters."
Ivarage vanished again—BOOM!—reappearing behind Yujiro with a claw slash, crackling with dimensional energy.
"Rift Talon!"
But Yujiro tilted his head 1 inch. The claw missed.
He spun and answered with a brutal Muay Thai elbow to the throat.
CRACK.
Ivarage flew backwards, coughing out dark ichor.
He didn't stop there.
Yujiro dashed forward again, switching style—Krav Maga neck grab, Judo throw, followed by a Lethwei knee to the spine.
"What's the matter, dragon? Never fought a man who knows how to really fight?"
BOOM!
Yujiro lifted Ivarage overhead using Kapu Ku'ialua, twisting the joints unnaturally and slamming him into the ground so hard that a crater the size of a lake formed beneath them.
Ivarage growled and stood—blood dripping, bones cracking.
"I AM DEATH. I CANNOT BE HARMED BY MERE TECHNIQUE!"
Yujiro grinned wide.
"And yet… you're bleeding."
Ivarage screamed. His power erupted like a second sun. The magicules warped into blades of light and darkness, tearing through the sky.
"Chaos Pulse!"
A wave of pure elemental destruction rushed forward. Fire, lightning, ice, shadow, gravity—all elements collided into a single beam of annihilation.
Yujiro dropped into a low stance.
Eskrima footwork.
Boxing guard.
Taekwondo spin.
And then—
He punches through the beam.
Literally.
His hand drills through the pulse of magic like it's water.
The ground behind him is melting.
But Yujiro keeps advancing, the magic folding around him.
His skin sizzles, but his eyes never blink.
He emerges from the Chaos Pulse unscathed, fist reared back—
BAM!
A Silat-style body blow to Ivarage's liver.
The World Destroyer doubles over.
Another punch—Kyokushin Karate straight punch to the solar plexus.
Ivarage gags.
Yujiro leaps—Capoeira spin kick to the head.
SMASH!
Ivarage flies across the battlefield, his body grinding through rock, metal, and space itself.
Milim's eyes are wide.
"Yujiro's… winning."
Velzard is sweating.
"He's adapting to Ivarage's every move."
Veldora mutters.
"He's mixing over fifteen different martial arts styles… in real-time."
Ivarage gets up, his mouth bloodied, teeth sharp, eyes blazing with fury and disbelief.
"YOU CANNOT EXIST! YOU ARE NOT REAL!"
Yujiro walks forward, slow and cocky.
"You're right," he says, cracking his knuckles. "I'm a nightmare wearing skin."
Ivarage screams and goes berserk.
He channels all the remaining energy in his core. His body explodes with god-like aura.
"FINAL OBLIVION MODE!"
Dark wings expand behind him. His face distorts. Power overflows. The land beneath collapses.
Yujiro doesn't care.
He moves again—this time like a ghost.
No footsteps. No sound. Just death approaching.
He switches into Huangyan martial arts, flowing like water, then Ninjutsu—disappearing in shadows—and reappears using LINE techniques, disabling Ivarage's vision for a split second.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
A barrage of bone-breaking blows, his fists moving like thunderclaps.
And then—
He finishes with a double spinning elbow from Lethwei, followed by a Sambo sweep, and a Jiu-Jitsu lock—
"You talked a big game," Yujiro whispers, "but I'm the strongest… because I don't need magic to remind the world who it belongs to."
SLAM!
Ivarage's body hits the ground, face-first, broken and silent.
He tries to move—
But can't.
Yujiro places a foot on his back and cracks his neck slowly.
"Stay down."