The central arena of the Tournament Stadium, once a grand and pristine stage built from the most resilient magical bedrock on Anipla Planet, had been entirely reduced to a catastrophic wasteland of pulverized stone and floating debris. The sheer scale of the destruction brought about by the continuous, unrelenting brawl between Asadullah and Dunga had fundamentally altered the geography of the battlefield. What was once a flat, elevated platform was now a massive, jagged crater plunging dozens of meters deep into the earth. The air itself was thick, heavy, and suffocating. It smelled of scorched titanium, vaporized rock, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw, unbridled kinetic Urja lingering in the atmosphere.
Fifty thousand spectators packed into the colossal stadium tiers, yet an eerie, breathless silence had fallen over the entire venue. No one dared to cheer. No one dared to even whisper. The sheer intensity radiating from the crater below pressed down on the audience like a physical weight, suffocating the weak and thrilling the strong. They were witnessing a battle of absolute, pure brawn, a clash of two prodigies who refused to yield even a single inch of ground.
Down in the deepest center of the pulverized crater, Asadullah stood his ground. His combat boots were sunk deep into the shattered floorboards, surrounded by glowing embers and jagged shards of flash-frozen ice from their previous elemental clashes. His chest heaved with long, rhythmic breaths, his lungs pulling in the oxygen needed to sustain the monstrous physical output he was projecting. Sweat poured down his forehead, stinging his eyes, while a thin, crimson trail of blood trickled from the corner of his split lip. His clothes were torn and battered, but his posture was completely unbroken. His eyes, burning with an unyielding, golden martial fervor, were locked squarely on his opponent.
Directly opposite him, separated by only a few meters of ruined ground, stood Dunga. Dunga's condition was just as battered. His signature red combat shorts were frayed, singed by thermal blasts and sliced by sheer wind pressure. Bruises shaped like knuckles covered his forearms and chest, a testament to the thousands of fists they had traded in the previous chapter. Yet, despite the exhaustion that should have been tearing his muscles apart, a wild, fierce, and utterly terrifying grin was stretched wide across Dunga's face. He shook his arms, cracking his knuckles loudly as his fiery aura continued to pulse into the air.
"No backing down, Dunga!" Asadullah shouted, his voice cutting through the thick, atmospheric dust like a blade. The sound echoed across the massive stadium, a declaration of absolute resolve.
"Not a chance in hell, Asad!" Dunga roared back, his voice vibrating with raw, untamed excitement.
With a synchronized, earth-shattering battle cry, both ten-year-old brawlers unleashed the absolute maximum thresholds of their inner Urja cores! The ground beneath them violently caved in, unable to withstand the sheer gravitational pressure of their flaring energies.
Asadullah pulled his right arm back to his hip, planting his back foot firmly against a massive boulder. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, drawing upon the ancient, sacred power resting deep within his spiritual center. A blinding, golden-emerald radiance suddenly erupted around his fist. The energy twisted, spiraled, and coalesced, taking the majestic, terrifying form of a primordial draconic entity. The ethereal dragon wrapped its long, scaled body around Asadullah's forearm, its jaws opening wide right over his knuckles, roaring with a sound that shook the very foundation of the stadium.
Dragon Punch!
Dunga did not flinch in the face of the sacred draconic pressure. Instead, his eyes widened with absolute thrill. He dropped his center of gravity into a deep, immovable horse stance, reaching into the darkest, most dangerous depths of his spiritual origin. The air around him suddenly dropped in temperature, turning freezing cold as pitch-black and blood-purple energy erupted violently from his chest. The malevolent miasma rushed down his right arm, solidifying into a massive, jagged, and terrifyingly sharp claw of pure, concentrated darkness.
Demonic Fist!
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" both fighters screamed in unison.
They launched themselves forward, crossing the distance in less than a microsecond. The golden-emerald jaws of the Dragon Punch collided head-on with the pitch-black claws of the Demonic Fist dead-center in the arena.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The collision was apocalyptic. The impact generated an atmospheric shockwave so incredibly dense and violent that it ripped up thirty-foot chunks of solid bedrock from the floor, instantly pulverizing them into fine, grey powder mid-air. The visual clash was a masterpiece of pure destruction—golden scales of sacred light and dark purple shadows of demonic energy tore against each other in a frantic, terrifying struggle for absolute dominance. The acoustic blast was so deafeningly loud that it shattered the remaining magical barriers surrounding the lower tiers, echoing for hundreds of miles across the vast expanses of Anipla Planet.
For three agonizing seconds, the two opposing forces ground against each other. Neither the sacred dragon nor the demonic claw could break the other's structure. The sheer density of the kinetic energy pooling between their fists reached a critical mass, growing brighter and hotter until it could no longer be contained.
The kinetic recoil violently exploded.
BANG!
A dome of pure, white concussive force expanded outward, launching both fighters backward in opposite directions with the speed of fired artillery shells. Asadullah was sent skidding violently across the broken ground, his combat boots cutting deep, smoking trenches into the bedrock. He threw his left arm out, grabbing a massive jagged rock protruding from the earth to forcibly halt his momentum, his muscles screaming in protest.
Across the opposite side of the expanding crater, Dunga tumbled three times mid-air, completely out of control, before violently twisting his hips. He slammed his feet into the stadium wall, cracking the reinforced stone, and pushed off to land cleanly in a three-point stance, his fingers digging deeply into the dust.
As the smoke from the explosion slowly cleared, the true scale of the recoil was revealed. They had been blown exactly forty meters away from each other, leaving a massive, scorched trench dividing the battlefield between them.
Asadullah slowly straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders to release the intense tension built up in his joints. He wiped a new trail of blood from his chin, his breathing heavy, but his eyes... his eyes were sparkling with pure, unadulterated happiness. There was no malice, no hatred, only the supreme joy of finding a rival who could push him to the absolute brink of his physical limits.
"It's so enjoyable to fight you!" Asadullah called out, his voice ringing true and clear across the forty-meter gap, cutting through the hissing of the scorched earth.
Hearing this, Dunga let out a loud, hearty, echoing laugh that filled the arena. He cracked his neck, his wild, spiky hair blowing violently in the warm thermal drafts generated by their battle.
"Yes! Also for me as well, Asad!" Dunga shouted back, his grin stretching even wider. "I haven't felt this alive in years! Every strike, every punch... it's pushing me further than I ever thought I could go!"
"Then let's not waste another second of it!" Asadullah yelled, his aura flaring violently once more.
"Come at me, then!" Dunga roared.
The forty meters separating them vanished in an absolute instant. There was no buildup, no tactical hesitation. Both young prodigies re-engaged in the center of the crater, resuming an explosive, high-speed fistfight that moved so incredibly fast that the naked eyes of the audience could only see blurred streaks of light colliding mid-air. They began trading highly specialized, elemental techniques without taking a single breath to recover.
Asadullah initiated the new wave of the assault. He shifted his internal Urja channels at lightning speed, drawing sub-zero Inthermal energy down from his core and directly into his right fist. The moisture in the air around his arm instantly flash-froze, encasing his hand and forearm in a thick, jagged gauntlet of freezing blue-white frost crystals.
Ice Punch!
He drove a rapid, blurring jab straight toward the side of Dunga's jaw, intending to freeze his opponent's nervous system upon impact.
Dunga, however, instantly read the shift in temperature. He countered effortlessly, surging his own internal Thermal reserves into his left palm. He ignited a roaring, incandescent inferno of fire that burned bright crimson, radiating a heat so intense it began to melt the ground beneath him.
Fire Punch!
CRASH!
Fire and ice collided in a violent, localized blast of superheated steam that completely obscured their upper bodies. But they did not stop. Before the vapor could even begin to clear, Dunga seamlessly manipulated his energy core once more. He drew heavy, pressurized aquatic fluid from the ambient atmosphere around his right arm, shaping the incredibly dense water into a high-velocity, spiraling liquid whip that wrapped around his knuckles.
Water Punch!
The high-pressure stream of water shot forward out of the steam cloud like a dual-pronged spear, aimed squarely for Asadullah's exposed midsection, carrying enough kinetic force to punch cleanly through solid steel plating.
Asadullah didn't retreat a single step. Instead, he lowered his center of gravity, planting his feet firmly, and spun his entire torso and forearms in a rapid, continuous, horizontal circle. The sheer speed of his rotation created a massive, spiraling kinetic hurricane around his body, compressing the air into a violent, grinding drill of physical force.
Gyro Punch (Brawl Type)!
WOOOOOOSH-BANG!
The spiraling, grinding kinetic drill of Asadullah's Gyro Punch smashed violently into Dunga's incoming Water Punch. The rotational force instantly caught the high-pressure liquid stream, tearing its structure apart and scattering the massive volume of water into harmless, misty droplets that rained down over the crater.
Using the incredible rotational momentum generated by his Gyro Punch, Asadullah sprang forward, closing the microscopic gap between them. He pulled his right hand back as far as his shoulder joint would allow. Instantly, high-density, crimson-colored fluid wrapped tightly around his knuckles, surging with the crushing, heavy atmospheric mass of a falling tidal wave.
Bloody Punch (Liquid)!
Dunga's eyes flashed with absolute thrill as he saw the terrifying crimson fluid approaching. He didn't bother trying to dodge. Instead, he met Asadullah's overwhelming liquid strike by igniting his own hand with the sacred, ancient power of the dragons. Golden scales materialized over his skin, forming sharp, ethereal talons.
Dragonic Fist!
BOOM! BANG! THUD!
The heavy, crushing mass of Asadullah's Bloody Punch slammed brutally against the sharp, piercing force of Dunga's Dragonic Fist!
The impact sent a shockwave traveling straight up into the sky, parting the clouds above the stadium. But the exchange was far from over. Simultaneously, Asadullah drew heavily upon his darkest reserves, wrapping his left fist in pitch-black and blood-purple demonic runes, channeling pure malice into physical form.
Demonic Fist!
In direct response to the dark threat, Dunga shifted his own left arm, conjuring a second sacred golden dragon talon to meet the darkness!
Dragonic Fist!
CRACK-BOOM!
They traded strike for strike, technique for technique, matching each other blow for blow in an intricate, devastating dance of martial arts! Ice Punch met Fire Punch! Gyro Punch clashed violently against Water Punch! Demonic Fist slammed brutally into Dragonic Fist! The sheer, unfathomable velocity of their physical exchanges turned the atmosphere of the crater into a continuous, deafening, blinding storm of exploding elemental shockwaves!
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Fists clashed against fists! Knuckles collided with knuckles! Blood splattered across the stone, instantly vaporized by the heat of their auras. Neither boy backed down, neither boy yielded a single inch of ground. They poured every single drop of their spirit, their stamina, and their monstrous physical brawn into the relentless, never-ending brawl!
But then... in the very middle of a high-speed strike exchange, right as Asadullah was pulling his right arm back to unleash another devastating blow... something impossible happened.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
The dust particles floating in the air hung motionless. The roaring sound of the crowd above faded into absolute, ringing silence. The blazing heat of Dunga's aura stopped flickering.
Deep within the innermost, subconscious depths of Asadullah's spiritual realm, an ancient, dark, and primordial voice echoed with terrifying, god-like authority. It did not sound like a normal human voice. It did not sound like a magical spell or a telepathic message. It was a cold, crackling, violent sound of raw, cosmic voltage that vibrated violently through every single nerve ending, every bone, and every cell in Asadullah's body.
"I ALSO WANT TO ENJOY THE FIGHT."
ZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT!
Down on the arena floor, Asadullah suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
His raised fist froze mid-air, mere inches away from Dunga's face. His glowing, determined eyes went completely blank, the golden light extinguishing instantly as his pupils dilated to swallow his entire iris. All emotional expression, all the joy and thrill of the battle, washed away from his facial features, replaced by a cold, dead, and utterly terrifying emptiness.
Dunga, whose fist was also inches away from Asadullah's ribs, pulled back instantly. His combat instincts screamed at him, warning him of an immediate, spine-chilling shift in the air that made every single hair on his arms, legs, and neck stand completely on end.
"Asad...?" Dunga called out, his voice laced with sudden, genuine confusion and a hint of rising dread. He took a slow step backward, lowering his guard slightly. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?!"
Asadullah did not answer. He simply stood there, his arms falling limply to his sides, his head bowed slightly as if he had fallen asleep on his feet.
Then, the world shattered.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A massive, unimaginably violent wave of approximately 50,000-volt electricity erupted straight out of Asadullah's physical body!
Blinding, jagged arcs of wild, untamed yellow lightning exploded outward for a hundred meters in every direction in a fraction of a second! The sheer, incomprehensible voltage turned the air inside the crater into superheated plasma, instantly melting the surrounding pulverized bedrock into pools of glowing, bubbling liquid glass!
The electrical pressure was so intensely concentrated and violently destructive that Dunga had absolutely no time to evade. He had to instantly cross both of his arms in front of his face and surge his full, maximum martial aura just to avoid being instantly vaporized where he stood.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Dunga screamed in pure agony as the outer edges of the 50,000-volt shockwave slammed into his defensive aura, violently pushing him backward. His boots tore through the melting floor as he was pushed back ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, desperately fighting against the overwhelming electrical current. "What the hell is this energy?! This isn't Urja! This is something else entirely!"
The 50,000-volt electrical storm did not dissipate after the initial explosion. Instead, it grew stronger. The wild lightning began to pull back inward, violently and aggressively consuming Asadullah's body! The blinding yellow lightning began to condense, compressing its voltage until its color aggressively shifted.
The yellow arcs deepened, turning into a terrifying, abyss-like Blue-Black Aura that rapidly wrapped around Asadullah from head to toe!
The Blue-Black Aura was violent, unnatural, and completely suffocating. It hummed and cracked with the exact same primordial, god-like signature as the legendary entity known as THE G. O. D OF TIME, the same catastrophic entity who had completely covered Draz during his legendary, world-breaking battle against Alquimme!
However, this manifestation was entirely different in shape. It did not form the heavy, colossal, earth-shaking silhouette of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Instead, the blue-black lightning coiled, sharpened, and compressed itself into the lean, hyper-lethal, razor-clawed silhouette of a colossal Velociraptor!
ZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT-CRACKLE!
The ancient electrical entity completely and forcefully took control over Asadullah's physical vessel. Asadullah's head violently snapped upward, his previously blank eyes now blazing with pure, crackling, blue-black electrical fire. His jaw opened, but the sound that came out was not human. It was the screeching, mechanical tear of lightning splitting the sky.
After a brief, terrifying moment of silence, the Blue-Black Aura exploded upward, shooting a pillar of pure cosmic electricity directly into the stratosphere!
Out from Asadullah's small, ten-year-old body, a staggering, incomprehensible 1,000,000-meter-long Velociraptor made of condensed blue-black thunder, lightning, and raw cosmic voltage burst into the sky above Anipla Planet!
The sheer size of the entity defied all logic and reason. It dwarfed the stadium, dwarfed the continent, and spanned across the sky like a celestial constellation of pure, unadulterated destruction! Its massive, lightning-infused tail sliced effortlessly through the atmospheric clouds, generating secondary electrical storms just from its casual movements. Its hyper-dense electrical body cast a terrifying blue shadow over the realm.
The ancient Velociraptor entity threw its massive, jagged head back, opening jaws lined with teeth made of solid plasma, and released an earth-shattering, soul-crushing roar!
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
The cosmic roar shook the entire tectonic plate of Anipla Planet! Atmospheric pressure dropped so violently that the weather systems across the world were instantly disrupted. Viewing screens inside the stadium violently exploded in showers of sparks. The massive magical energy barriers surrounding the stadium cracked and shattered like fragile glass. The clear daytime sky instantly turned into a violent, churning sea of blue-black lightning storms, blotting out the sun.
Inside the Tournament Stadium, sheer, unadulterated terror broke out among the masses.
"WHAT IS THAT MONSTER?!" a spectator screamed at the top of his lungs, tripping violently over the seats in a desperate, blind panic.
"THE SKY IS TEARING APART! RUN! EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" tens of thousands of voices shrieked in unison.
The fifty thousand spectators completely abandoned their seats, stampeding wildly toward the stadium exit archways in sheer, uncontrollable panic. People were trampled, security guards were pushed aside, and the grand tournament was instantly reduced to a chaotic fight for survival under the shadow of a million-meter god of lightning.
Up in the central, highly secured VIP viewing suite reserved for the highest echelons of power, the overwhelming acoustic pressure generated by the Velociraptor's roar instantly blew out the thick, magically reinforced obsidian windows, sending shards of black glass raining into the suite.
King Mufasa, who had been sitting stoically and silently on his grand stone throne throughout the entire tournament, watching the bouts with a calm demeanor, suddenly snapped his eyes wide open. His incredibly powerful, regal aura surged uncontrollably as he immediately stood up from his throne. His majestic, golden gaze was fixed squarely upward, staring directly at the 1,000,000-meter-long electrical Velociraptor towering menacingly above the stadium.
***
Meanwhile, completely separated from the physical realm of Anipla Planet, the scene shifted far away to the jagged, terrifying, obsidian realm of Colex-5411025.
There were no artificial structures or viewing screens here—only the infinite, scorching void of Colex-5411025. Standing directly in the open cosmic space was THE 5 ARMED MAN. Three out of his five glowing eyes were covered beneath a thick, dark blindfold, leaving only two exposed eyes to peer directly across the cosmic expanse using his raw, unassisted vision.
Across the vast distances of space-time, his two unfolded eyes easily locked onto the catastrophic event unfolding on Anipla Planet. When the 1,000,000-meter-long blue-black lightning beast erupted out of Asadullah, both of THE 5 ARMED MAN's exposed eyes widened. All five of his heavily armored, incredibly muscular arms twitched in shock!
"Ohhhhh!" THE 5 ARMED MAN gasped loudly into the void, pointing three of his arms while holding his jaw with the other two. "Electro has come!"
He stood entirely still for a long moment, the cosmic pressure of his realm humming around him. He slowly lowered his hands, rubbing his armored chin thoughtfully with his third arm before continuing his monologue to the open space.
"The G. O. D of Electric, Lightning and Thunder..." THE 5 ARMED MAN muttered slowly, his deep voice carrying immense weight. "He's the exact same beast... the same catastrophic entity that Mufasa sealed inside a young boy exactly ten years ago..."
He paused, his two exposed eyes blinking in rapid succession.
"Wait a minute!" THE 5 ARMED MAN yelled, slamming one of his fists into his open palm. "That means... that boy... the one fighting down there... that boy is Asadullah! Ohhhh! What a reveal!"
THE 5 ARMED MAN stopped his dramatic posturing. He blinked his two exposed eyes again, staring across space before suddenly letting out a low, deeply embarrassed scoff. He dropped his arms, realization washing over him.
"Btw... why am I so amazed?" he mumbled to himself, waving two of his arms dismissively at the cosmic void. "I knew everything from the start! I am the PERFECT CREATION, after all."
Without wasting another thought on his own dramatic reaction, THE 5 ARMED MAN turned casually away. Suspended directly in the void beside him was a roaring, miniature cosmic star burning at a terrifying surface temperature of exactly 5,411,025 degrees Celsius!
With complete and utter indifference to the reality-melting heat radiating from the celestial body, THE 5 ARMED MAN casually flopped backward. He laid down completely flat on top of the 5,411,025 degree Celsius star, treating the hyper-compressed plasma as if it were nothing more than a comfortable lounge bed!
He comfortably rested three of his arms behind his head while letting his other two arms fold loosely over his armored stomach. He turned his head, staring straight across space at Anipla Planet with his unfolded two eyes.
"Ok... should I go or not?" THE 5 ARMED MAN yawned loudly, stretching his massive shoulders against the burning, millions-of-degrees surface of the star. "Ahhhhh! I think I should not go..."
He narrowed his two exposed eyes, tracking the majestic, golden aura of the king currently standing in the distant VIP suite on Anipla Planet.
"Looks like Mufasa is here," THE 5 ARMED MAN said, a dark, amused smirk crossing his face. "Ok, so let him handle this... just, like, the, same time as, 10 years ago."
***
The scene violently shifted back from the cosmic void to the absolute, unmitigated chaos of the Tournament Stadium on Anipla Planet.
The sky was completely swallowed by dark, churning, blue-black lightning clouds. The 1,000,000-meter-long Velociraptor entity roared once again, sending another wave of 50,000-volt lightning cascading violently down from the heavens. The lightning strikes slammed into the outer stadium rings, instantly melting the metallic support structures and striking absolute, paralyzing fear into the hearts of everyone trying to flee the venue.
Inside the ruined VIP suite, panic was rapidly rising among the inner group.
Shoaib, Bayu, and Krodh backed away slowly from the shattered window frame. Their hands gripped their respective weapons tightly as the sheer, suffocating gravitational pressure of Electro's godly presence weighed heavily down on their shoulders, pressing them toward the floor like physical lead weights.
King Mufasa, however, did not step back. He stepped purposefully forward.
He walked slowly past the shattered window frame, his heavy boots crunching loudly over the broken obsidian glass, and walked straight out onto the very edge of the VIP balcony. His long, majestic white hair blew wildly and violently in the raging electric tempest sweeping across the stadium. Yet, despite the apocalyptic storm raging above him, his eyes remained perfectly calm, ancient, and completely unflinching in the face of the cosmic god.
Without turning around, Mufasa raised his right hand, gesturing firmly to everyone standing behind him in the suite.
"Everyone stay here," Mufasa declared. His deep, commanding voice effortlessly penetrated through the roaring thunder and the screaming crowds, carrying an aura of absolute authority. "I will stop him."
Lam, who had been watching the catastrophic event unfold with wide, disbelieving eyes, stepped cautiously forward. He looked out past Mufasa at the incomprehensible, 1,000,000-meter cosmic electrical god towering over the arena, his mind struggling to process the sheer scale of the threat.
"Ahhhh... but how?!" Lam asked, his voice tight, strained with genuine concern and awe.
King Mufasa did not turn his head back to address the question. He simply looked downward, his golden eyes locking onto the small, possessed body of Asadullah standing in the crater below, completely surrounded by the terrifying blue-black Velociraptor aura. Slowly, intensely, Mufasa's own legendary golden aura began to ignite and flare brilliantly around his majestic frame, pushing back against the encroaching darkness.
"Just see," Mufasa replied softly.