Gojo stared coldly at Nolan, his expression unreadable behind the faintest hint of a smile.
"If you weren't Mark's father," he said calmly, "I would kill you right now."
The air itself seemed to tighten.
"You look down on humans," Gojo continued, his voice quiet but sharp. "So let's have a fight. I'll show you the power of humans from another world."
Mark tensed immediately.
Before he could intervene, Gojo flicked his fingers. A transparent barrier instantly formed around Mark, locking him in place like an invisible cage.
"Don't worry," Gojo said casually, glancing over his shoulder. "I'll only beat him into the ground. I'll help him after."
Mark tried to speak, but no sound came out. The barrier didn't just restrain his body it sealed his voice as well.
Turning his attention back to Nolan, Gojo exhaled slowly.
The sleek White Dragon Armor covering his body dissolved into light, fading away piece by piece. When it vanished, he stood dressed exactly like the original Gojo had been during his battle with Sukuna dark clothing, relaxed posture, and an overwhelming aura of confidence.
Nolan narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Gojo shrugged.
"No one important. Just some god from another universe who cleaned up your mess on Earth… and then invited your son to join a small group of mine."
The moment he finished speaking, his presence shifted.
For a brief instant, a towering silhouette appeared behind him a man clad in flowing robes, golden fists glowing with terrifying power. The phantom figure radiated an ancient, martial aura before fading like mist.
Inside the guild chat, Jin Mu Won's eyes widened.
"That's Jo Cheon-Woo."
Minato responded almost immediately.
"Do you know who that figure was?"
"Yes," Jin Mu Won replied. "Jo Cheon-Woo… one of my enemies. But I don't understand why his figure would appear behind the Guildmaster."
A new message appeared.
Guild Master Satoru: I'll be using the martial arts of your sect to beat him into the ground. Since he looks down upon humans, I'll limit myself to the level of Jo Cheon-Woo for this fight.
Gojo cracked his neck slightly and looked back at Nolan.
Then he vanished.
No wind. No warning.
One moment he stood several meters away.
Then next.
He appeared directly in front of Nolan.
Strike of The Kings Fist!
His fist exploded forward like a meteor.
The impact thundered across the battlefield.
BOOM!
Nolan's body was launched backward like a cannonball, ripping through the air as shockwaves shattered the ground beneath him. He skidded across the earth before forcefully stopping himself mid-flight, muscles tightening as he stabilized.
His eyes flashed with fury.
In an instant, Nolan shot forward again, crossing the distance with terrifying speed and throwing a devastating punch.
"Tch."
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
His hand flicked up, casually deflecting the blow as if swatting away a fly. The force of Nolan's attack dispersed harmlessly to the side.
Then Gojo countered.
A simple uppercut.
Yet the moment his fist connected
CRACK!
The air detonated.
Nolan's body shot upward into the sky, sent flying hundreds of meters above the battlefield.
Gojo bent his knees and leaped.
The ground shattered beneath him as he launched upward, catching up to Nolan in an instant.
Hovering above him, Gojo pulled both fists back.
"Try not to die."
His eyes sharpened.
Unending Fist of Destruction.
The strike descended like divine punishment.
BOOOOM!
The punch smashed Nolan downward with catastrophic force. The impact created a massive crater as Nolan's body slammed into the ground, the earth splitting apart under the pressure.
Dust and debris exploded outward.
When the smoke cleared, Nolan lay at the center of the crater, blood running down his face and clothing. He had already been injured from previous battles. But even at full strength, the outcome wouldn't have changed.
Gojo landed lightly beside him.
His figure blurred, appearing next to Nolan in an instant.
"What's wrong, mighty warrior of the Viltrumite Emperor?" Gojo said lightly. "I expected far more from you."
Nolan struggled to push himself up, stunned.
Gojo crouched beside him.
"Let me be honest," he continued calmly. "I've greatly limited my power to that of a martial artist from another world. One of the members of the group your son now belongs to."
He tapped the ground lightly.
"The abilities I used just now… belong to a human."
Nolan's eyes widened.
"This isn't even one percent of my power."
Gojo stood up and looked down at him.
"You probably didn't believe me earlier when I said I was a god. But I brought back everyone you killed on Earth."
With a casual motion, Gojo raised his hand.
The barrier around Mark shattered.
At the same time, a wave of energy flowed into Nolan's body, instantly healing his injuries.
Nolan slowly stood, staring at Gojo in disbelief.
"You're… actually a god?"
Mark rushed forward excitedly.
"That's right!" he said. "The Guildmaster is practically Invincible. He brought back everyone who died during our fight on Earth. Then he healed me and gave me these amazing abilities that made me way stronger!"
Nolan frowned thoughtfully.
"I was wondering how you were able to fire lasers from your eyes… and your fighting style was unusual."
Then he looked at Gojo again.
"If you're that strong… could you help us defeat the Viltrumite Emperor?"
Gojo rubbed his chin as if considering it.
"Nah."
Both of them blinked.
"I'm leaving that to Mark."
He pointed at him.
"But I've come to a realization. At his current level… he isn't living up to his name."
Mark tilted his head.
Gojo grinned.
"So I'll leave Superman on Earth to help defend it if any other Viltrumites show up."
Mark's eyes widened.
"Since you already seem to understand your Kryptonian abilities," Gojo continued, "it's time you learned powerful and destructive martial arts."
He gestured toward the shattered battlefield.
"Like the ones I just used."
Mark looked like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Really?!"
Gojo smiled.
"Of course."
He placed a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"After all… I intend to make you Invincible."