The landscape was already shattered—glaciers broken, mountains flattened, the Ice Continent trembled beneath their battle. And yet, the true storm was only beginning.
Guy Crimson, the strongest demon lord, narrowed his glowing crimson eyes, now shimmering with runes of demonic power. His fists crackled with black lightning, and an infernal aura erupted around him like a storm of screaming souls. His smile faded, replaced by a look of focus.
He was done holding back.
"Let's see how you handle this," Guy said quietly, his voice now layered with an ancient demonic echo.
He shot forward.
Every punch now carried demonic magic—dark flames wrapped around his limbs, and his speed increased exponentially. His strikes carved through space itself. Each time his fist or foot made contact with Hujiro's body, a sonic boom echoed across the horizon.
WHOOM!
CRACK!
BLAST!
Yujiro was hit—square in the jaw.
And he didn't even blink.
Instead, he smiled.
Then retaliated.
Without a word, Yujiro's speed doubled. His muscles flexed unnaturally, like his body was evolving in real time. His movements changed—more graceful, more brutal, more lethal. Each punch twisted through the air like a predator, every kick snapped the sound barrier.
Guy's eyes widened as a front kick from Yujiro cracked through five layers of his magical defense like brittle glass.
"Impossible..." Guy muttered.
He activated Thought Acceleration.
Time slowed.
He calculated angles, speed, trajectory, feints—everything.
Yet the moment Yujiro moved, he still couldn't read him.
Up above, Rain stared in disbelief.
"Lord Guy's moving at twenty times the speed of sound, and Yujiro's matching him…"
"No," Misery whispered, her voice dry, "He's outpacing him."
They both turned to Velzard, whose eyes remained locked on Hujiro.
"That's what I was trying to tell you," she thought to herself. "He doesn't use magic. No skills. No energy manipulation. He doesn't even break the rules… because he never follows them to begin with."
Guy's face turned serious.
"Demon Lord's Haki: Crimson Tyranny."
His aura condensed around him like a storm. Pressure exploded outward, flattening mountains within kilometers. He reinforced his body with multi-layer barriers, magicule skin, chaotic flow armor, and demonic aura armor.
It was impenetrable.
Until Yujiro punched through it like it wasn't even there.
"He's... nullifying it?" Guy hissed as Yujiro's elbow smashed through the final barrier and struck Guy in the ribs, sending him skidding back across the ground.
Hujiro didn't stop.
He followed up with a corkscrew uppercut—so fast the sound came after the hit—launching Guy into the sky.
Veldora roared with laughter.
"WOOOHOOOO!! THIS GUY IS A MONSTER!! Look at those punches, Rain! Those are anti-magic martial arts—I have never seen that!!"
Rain looked pale. "I'm… getting nervous, Misery."
Misery stared. "We should prepare for a battlefield reset. This could turn into a continent-wrecking fight."
Guy snapped his fingers mid-air.
"Napalm Burst."
A core of infernal flames the size of a mountain erupted, consuming the sky in black and red hellfire.
Yujiro didn't dodge.
He punched the spell.
The flames distorted, unraveled, and vanished.
Rain gasped. "Did he just—"
"—break the structure of the spell by shattering the magicule nodes with a strike," Misery finished, wide-eyed.
"He's not resisting magic," Velzard whispered aloud, "he's overriding the very concept of it."
Guy appeared behind Yujiro in a blur, sword now drawn. A Genesis grade sword forged from chaos itself— his pride.
"Now," he said, eyes narrowed, "let's dance with blades."
He struck.
Guy's blade techniques were godlike—Calamity Claw, a multi-slash wave of entropy that disintegrated anything it touched.
Death Streak, a thrust moving faster than lightning.
Spatial Domination, bending dimensions to trap Hujiro mid-swing.
But Yujiro... countered everything with his bare hands.
He parried sword strikes like they were mere sticks.
Palm-blocked a blade infused with Spectral Magic.
Grasped the edge of Death Streak mid-thrust and redirected it into the ground.
He moved like he had seen Guy's attacks before they happened.
Guy growled.
"You're not just strong. You're evolving. Adapting."
Yujiro wiped blood from his lip. "I told you… That's the essence of martial arts."
Then came the next shock.
Guy activated his Ultimate Skill: Lucifer, Lord of Pride.
He triggered Analysis, attempting to comprehend Yujiro.
The results came back…
[Error: Target Beyond Comprehension]
[Analysis Incomplete]
[Warning: Existence Classified - "Unknown"]
"What…?"
A pressure dropped upon Guy's shoulders—like a being from before the age of gods had awakened.
Suddenly, Yujiro moved.
And Guy understood.
It wasn't just speed.
It was perfect motion.
Absolute prediction.
Primordial martial instinct honed over eternity.
He wasn't reacting—he was acting before the threat existed.
"You can see the future…" Guy whispered.
Yujiro finally spoke clearly, a rare tone of seriousness in his voice.
"I am the root of dominance. No magic. No system. No trickery. Just me, and everything you built your strength on—I surpass through the force of will."
He took a stance.
His eyes glowed with intent.
And then he vanished.
The next punch broke through Guy's sword defenses, his aura, his barriers, and sent him flying miles back into a glacier wall.
BOOOOOOM!
Guy stood, breathing heavily.
He was smiling.
A genuine, wild, delighted smile.
"Now this…" he said, cracking his neck, "this is fun."
Rain was gripping Misery's arm. "Lord Guy is enjoying this?!"
Misery, even through panic, smiled faintly. "That's when he's most dangerous."
Veldora pumped his fist in the air. "NOW THAT'S A WARM-UP, BABY!!"
Velzard just stared at Hujiro.
"He's not a warrior."
"He's a law of reality given form."
Guy's sword burst with demonic runes.
He cloaked himself in everything—speed, death, destruction, entropy, spatial distortion.
Hujiro, arms raised, stood calmly.
They lunged.
Fist met sword.
Aura met pressure.
Will met dominance.
Each blow now distorted reality itself. The Ice Continent began to fracture. Lightning carved the heavens. Time skipped frames as their clash surpassed mortal perception.
And Yujiro still held his ground.
The sky was bruised purple, as if reality itself was trying to contain the clash of two forces not meant for the mortal realm. Ashen snow fell gently on the ground where footprints of gods were scorched into the ice. Veldora hovered in the air with arms crossed, his expression switching from excitement to disbelief.
Veldora (roaring):
"YES! That's it! Show him your pride! … Wait, wait, no—what the hell was that move?!"
Velzard, still sitting atop a shattered glacier, arms crossed under her chest, eyes wide with sharp focus, murmured to herself.
Velzard (whispering):
"I was wrong. He's not just raw power… he's precision. He's technique. He's… terror incarnate."
Guy Crimson had entered his most serious state. His hair flowed like fire, demonic aura dark and dense, even the snowflakes around him evaporated in an instant. His Ultimate Skill: Lucifer, Lord of Pride flared with ominous might, Death Streaks, Calamity Claw, Spectral Bindings, all laced through every punch, every kick. His eyes blazed with purpose.
And yet…
Yujiro—the Primordial of Dominance—was adapting. Fast.
His fighting style was no longer just an amalgamation of martial arts. It had transcended form. It had become something elemental—Ultimate Violence.
The ground ruptured beneath their feet as their punches collided again—a shockwave blew away icebergs like paper boats. They were both launched fifty feet apart, skidding backward with thunderous force.
Guy grinned, panting slightly, but focused. His clothes were tattered, body steaming, but still regenerating.
Then…
Hujiro turned around.
A ripple of dread crawled down Guy's spine.
From his back muscles alone, a Demon's face seemed to emerge—formed naturally by muscle fiber and tone, a terrifying visage of war. Veins bulged like steel cords. Yujiro cracked his neck to the side and rolled his shoulders.
Rain (eyes trembling):
"H-His back… it looks like… a devil…"
Misery (arms around herself):
"That's not a man. That's… he is even more of a demon than us demons."
Guy's eyes narrowed. He saw an opportunity. Charging forward, he poured everything into one devastating sword strike, his blade laced with Spatial Domination, Spectral Flame, and Demonic Condemnation—a blade meant to erase all it touched.
But before it reached—
He felt it.
Not magic. Not aura.
It was Will.
Yujiro's pure, unrelenting Will—manifesting in the air like a force field. The atmosphere thickened. Time seemed to stall. Fear gripped Guy's heart for a flicker of a second.
Guy (thinking):
"What… is this presence? It's not magic. It's not skill. It's just… him."
Then—BOOM!
Yujiro moved.
Even Velzard's and Veldora's eyes failed to follow.
Velzard (stunned):
"He moved. Before Guy finished breathing in, he moved…"
Yujiro reappeared—his knee drove into Guy's ribs, his elbow cracked Guy's jaw, then a spinning heel kick to the back of the neck. He disappeared again and reappeared above, then below, then behind. His fists blurred, landing from every angle—Muay Thai elbow strikes, Aikido redirections, Wrestling slams, Wing Chun chain punches, Atemi strikes targeting nerve points.
Guy raised his arms to block—he was fast, almost untouchable—but not fast enough.
Every strike bypassed barriers. Every punch slipped past calculated counters. Even Thought Acceleration couldn't keep up.
Guy (gritting teeth):
"He's... adapting. Faster than I can calculate!"
Then it hit.
The Axe Knock and Roll Kick.
Yujiro twisted mid-air, swinging both legs down like axes—one crashing on Guy's shoulder, the other sweeping across his temple.
Guy was launched hundreds of meters, ripping through mountainside ice like a bullet.
He regenerated, but he felt it.
Pain. Real, ancient pain. The kind he hadn't known since his battle against Veldanava.
Yujiro appeared above him, descending slowly like a god of punishment.
Yujiro (finally speaking, voice deep and thunderous):
"Your pride, immense. But you rely on things you control. I rely only on the inevitable."
Guy stood, spitting blood, still holding his sword.
Guy (grinning):
"Then I'll control the inevitable. Like hell I'm letting you win that easily!"
He surged again, sword dancing like a storm, slicing with demonic elegance, chains of hellfire spiraling from his arms, his eyes burning brighter.
Rain (gritting teeth):
"Come on, Lord Guy…"
Misery (whispers):
"Lord Guy will lo..."
Guy used everything.
Phantom Edge, Demonic Eruption, Lucifer's Crown, weaving them with flawless technique.
But Yujiro had already won the battle of adaptation.
He stepped into Guy's range—barehanded—and caught Guy's sword between two fingers.
Guy (shocked):
"No…"
Yujiro's hand moved like a whisper.
A Kyusho Dim Mak strike—right to the side of Guy's neck. Paralysis.
An Angampora elbow drive—into his solar plexus.
A shoulder throw, modified with Judo principles, flipping Guy into the sky.
Then, before gravity could take effect—
Yujiro vanished… and appeared above him.
Yujiro (calmly):
"Let me show you the end."
He struck with open palms—ten times in rapid succession—targeting every pressure point, nerve node, and chi lock in Guy's body. Even his Godspeed Regeneration stuttered.
Then the final blow:
He delivered the "Heaven-Splitting Dominance Fist."
A punch so focused, so precise, so absolutely loaded with physical will, it struck through Guy's layered barriers, through his skill buffs, and into his core.
A shockwave exploded across the continent, splitting the clouds, tearing a trench across the battlefield hundreds of meters long.
Guy flew, unconscious, spiraling through the air before finally landing—unmoving.
Yujiro stood still. Snowflakes gently touched his scarred body.
Velzard (softly, eyes wide):
"He beat him… He beat Guy Crimson. With nothing but his will and hands."
Veldora (hovering with his jaw dropped):
"W-What just happened?! This guy… He's not a fighter… He's a living natural disaster in human form!"
Rain (sits down, muttering):
"Damn it, lord Guy… you really lost."
Misery (closing her eyes):
"He met his match. In the form of a monster who doesn't even need magic."
[Yujiro looked up. Slowly.]
Yujiro (whispering to the sky):
"I am the peak. I am the weight that cannot be moved. I… am Dominance."