After Kyle finally stood over the shattered body of the Hell King, flames dimming around his knuckles, there was silence. For the first time in a thousand years, hell didn't scream.
He turned away.
Step by step, he began walking toward the edge of the abyss where hell ended and the unknown began. The gate was close.
But then...
He felt it.
A pressure so ancient it made hell itself feel like a playground. It came not from above but below. The void beneath hell. Darker. Deeper. Forgotten by gods.
Kyle froze mid-step. His back still turned, but his instincts sharpened. The heat around him turned cold. His flames flickered like candles under a storm.
The true king of hell had awakened.
This wasn't the one he just killed. That was just a front a shell a fraud ruling in place.
The real one... was angry.
Kyle backed off slowly, eyes narrowing. His heart beat faster not out of fear, but readiness.
This thing… it wasn't unbeatable.
Kyle had a chance.
Maybe just one.
But for someone who crawled from the pits as a toddler demi-god, who forged his fists in black flame and bore the scars of time…
A chance was all he needed.
Kyle stepped back, his body instinctively reacting to the presence rising from the void below. The pressure it wasn't just heavy, it was suffocating. Worse than hell itself.
From the depths, it emerged. Not walking. Just appearing like space gave birth to terror.
Kyle's demon eyes narrowed.
"What... are you?" he asked, standing tall.
The being didn't speak.
It moved.
A single gesture and a death beam shot forward, dark and sharp, slicing through the air. Kyle barely dodged, the beam grazing past his neck, tearing apart the landscape behind him.
But then—BOOM!
The Hell King was suddenly behind him.
A heavy punch collided with Kyle's ribs.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Kyle tried to block, but the next barrage landed fast. Bones cracked. His body hit the ground, one knee buried in hellstone, coughing blood.
His demon eyes flared red.
This fight wasn't over. It was just starting.
The four Hell Orbs that floated behind him ignited with hellflame, twisting and morphing becoming four black, flaming fists circling him like a personal army.
He rose.
Fists clenched. Orbs ready. Eyes locked.
The Hell King rushed forward again but Kyle leapt, pushing off the cliff behind him, and charged head-on.
Flames burst out. Pressure exploded.
And then
A whirlwind of punches erupted from Kyle and the four hell fists a non-stop storm of over 100,000 strikes a second.
Each punch scorched the air.
Each hit screamed with vengeance.
The Hell King dodged, blocked, tanked but Kyle was relentless.
He wasn't just fighting. He was unleashing.
A one-man war of fists, fire, and fury
From the flames of the broken void, the Hell King calmly raised one arm and in a flash of smoke and fire, a Hydra and a Serpent of Hell emerged. Massive. Ancient. Twisted by the filth of centuries.
The Hydra roared, its three heads snapping, drooling black venom.
The Serpent slithered across the scorched earth, its scales whispering like blades against stone.
The Hell King?
He didn't move. He just sat on a jagged obsidian throne that formed behind him from ash and darkness.
He knew Kyle would fight them.
He knew Kyle would win.
But he also knew victory always comes with a price.
Kyle cracked his neck. Blood on his lips. Fire in his fists.
The Hydra lunged first three heads screaming toward him.
Kyle didn't hesitate.
He pulled his fist back.
Flames swirled, hell itself trembling in his grip
"GOKA... GALAXY PUNCH!"
BOOM!!!
One punch.
The shockwave split the earth for miles, tore open craters, and sent the Hydra flying backward, crashing into blackened cliffs. Entire chunks of hell shattered under the force.
Kyle's body steamed with power, hellfire leaking from his pores.
He dashed forward, mid-air, hell orbs behind him flaming like comets.
With a roar, he raised both arms
"GOKA BEAMS!"
Streams of pure concentrated hellfire shot out from his orbs and hands, lighting up the dark sky with blinding red.
The Hydra's three heads were hit directly each one exploded, melting into lava as the creature shrieked in agony.
Before it could regenerate
Kyle ended it.
He charged through the smoke and fire, fists blazing, and released a final combo:
"FLAME FURY BLAST!"
All four hell fists slammed into the Hydra's chest at once detonating from the inside out. The beast turned to ash.
Only one left.
Kyle turned slowly eyes locking onto the Serpent of Hell.
It hissed, coiling like death incarnate.
Kyle's flames grew stronger.
And his eyes?
Colder.
Kyle floated mid-air, legs crossed, eyes closed.
His body flickered with burning energy calm in chaos.
He was meditating.
Charging.
Preparing his next explosion.
But the Serpent of Hell wasn't waiting.
It struck fast fanged jaws unhinging and swallowing Kyle whole in one brutal snap.
Seconds passed.
The serpent coiled in satisfaction… until
its body started trembling.
Smoke leaked from its mouth.
Then fire.
Then
BOOM!!!
Its belly expanded grotesquely, swelling like a bomb about to pop
BLAAMMMM!
The Serpent exploded from the inside out a pillar of hellfire erupting into the sky.
Through the blaze…
Kyle emerged.
Hovering. Untouched.
Eyes glowing red. Aura black and crimson, like a burning eclipse.
He didn't say a word.
Just turned his gaze to the Hell King, still sitting calmly on his throne.
The air cracked.
Behind Kyle
his four hell orbs began to reshape...
Twisting.
Molding.
Until they became four massive hovering fists, each wreathed in spiraling flames, floating like divine weapons waiting to be unleashed.
The final phase was beginning.
Kyle floated mid-air, blood dripping, skin charred but eyes glowing with wrath and resolve. He raised his hand slowly as the sky darkened around him.
"...Goka…"
A pulse of heat exploded outward.
"...Sphere."
A massive, crackling orb of pure hellfire began forming in front of him black, red, violet, swirling like a supernova on the verge of collapse. His four Hell Fists rose, orbiting the sphere, then violently fused into one monstrous gauntlet that punched into the core of the Goka Sphere.
The sphere responded like a living weapon burning brighter, hotter, meaner.
Kyle gritted his teeth.
He rocketed down.
The Hell King stood from his obsidian throne, smiling like death itself. He raised one arm, fingers sharpened.
"Void Pierce."
He launched forward to impale Kyle through the heart
But too late.
Kyle slammed the Goka Sphere Fist forward, the entire orb around his arm now, like he was holding a dying star.
The Hell King's eyes widened.
He changed plans instantly, chanting:
"Obsidian Wall – Infernal Guard."
A towering shield of unbreakable black stone erupted in front of him. Reinforced by void energy. Made to withstand reality itself.
Didn't do shit.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The punch obliterated the shield in a blinding explosion
Shattered it like cheap glass.
The firestorm hit the Hell King square in the chest.
But the King roared and countered
"Demon God's Fist – Hellbreaker!"
He threw his own colossal punch, straight into Kyle's blazing attack.
The clash was cosmic.
A force burst outward that flattened an area the size of a hundred planets, rupturing the infinite layers of Hell. Black lightning cracked the sky. Mountains evaporated. Rivers of lava reversed their flow.
And then silence.
Both figures stood among the ruins.
Ash rained down.
Kyle's legs trembled. His skin blistered.
Aura flickering. Breathing ragged.
The Hell King?
Armor cracked. Chest smoking.
But standing tall. Calm. Composed.
He tilted his head, voice cold:
"You're strong, mortal. But this is Hell. I am its crown."
The tide had turned.
The Hell King had the upper hand.
Kyle, trembling but still burning with the last ounce of his fury, forms a final strike
Goka Sphere: Cataclysmic Hell Burst.
He launches it with every drop of flame, soul, and hate.
The attack collides.
The Hell King's body shatters bone, armor, ego gone.
Silence.
Ash floats.
Kyle drops to his knees, gasping. "It's... over..."
But Then
From the dust... a slow clap echoes.
Hell King's charred body regenerates.
He stands.
Cracks his neck.
Eyes now darker than the void.
And for the first time in the entire novel…
He laughs.
"You really thought you could kill me? After training for a mere thousand years?"
"You lasted this long because I allowed it."
"When you dashed at me like a hero… I could've torn your head off right there."
Kyle's eyes widen but too late.
SCHLACK!
Hell King's hand pierces straight through Kyle's chest. No hesitation.
Kyle coughs blood, stunned.
"Welcome to the real game, fool."
He grabs Kyle's body, lifts it like a ragdoll, and throws it into a portal.
A gateway to the world below Hell.
The Buried Abyss where even gods rot, forgotten.