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"This luck… it's downright heaven-defying! That brat Toriko always pulls through at the last second!"
Deep within the Gourmet World, the old master Ichiryu gazed calmly at the distant light screen. There was no worry in his eyes, only quiet understanding… and indulgence. He had never feared for his disciple's safety. Food Luck—that mysterious force greater than raw strength itself—would guide Toriko through any peril.
That was the privilege of the strong.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Gourmet Corp, the mood was far darker.
"All brawn and no control. Just a loudmouthed clown showing off!"
Midora sneered at Girim's arrogance. The man had only just gained his power, yet he dared to speak as if IGO and the Gourmet Corp meant nothing. It was suicidal hubris, and it made Midora's lips twitch with irritation.
The World of One Piece
At Marine Headquarters—
"These monsters… their power is on another level."
Fleet Admiral Sengoku stared grimly at the screen, watching Toriko and Girim unleash devastation that could topple the heavens. He knew better than anyone—stack all three Admirals together, and they still wouldn't stand a chance against either of those two.
"Good thing they're not from our world," Tsuru muttered coolly. "If they were, the balance would collapse overnight."
The Admirals were one of the five pillars upholding "Justice." If a being of that level appeared, the entire world order would shatter.
"Eh, who cares?" Garp shrugged, crunching on a rice cracker. "If the sky falls, the big shots at the World Government can deal with it. Not our problem."
As long as it wasn't his grandson causing trouble, he couldn't care less.
Back to the Battlefield
The screen suddenly accelerated.
Toriko stomped the ground.
The force of it was enough to crack a planet. Rock layers beneath his feet shattered like brittle cookies.
BOOM!
He launched forward like a golden meteor, ripping through the sky at supersonic speed, smashing straight into Girim's defensive zone without a shred of hesitation.
His fist blazed gold, friction with the air igniting it into a raging inferno. The punch tore through space itself, flames roaring like a dragon as half the sky turned blood-red.
The land beneath the platform collapsed. Mountains along the flanks crumbled instantly under the shockwaves. Massive boulders were swept into the air, suspended like the prelude to doomsday.
Girim's eyes flashed with savagery.
He answered with a punch of his own.
Unlike Toriko's crimson blaze, Girim's fist erupted in cold blue flames. The energy exploded through Toriko's body like a frostbitten storm.
The earth screamed again. Entire mountain ranges were flattened.
After just two collisions, the massive platform beneath them had sunk hundreds of meters into the crust, as if hammered down by a giant's mallet.
They didn't stop.
Fists clashed. Flesh collided with flesh.
Crimson flames and ghostly blue fire burst and intertwined, painting a canvas of destruction atop the infernal stage. The sheer force tore the surrounding air apart, leaving warped afterimages in its wake.
The World of Naruto
The Five Kage Summit had long since ground to a halt.
Compared to this, even Madara Uchiha didn't feel so untouchable anymore.
A casual punch that turned mountains into dust had already surpassed their understanding of what it meant to be human.
Hiruzen Sarutobi sighed, pipe in hand. "Age spares no one… This old body would be torn apart by the aftershock before I even got close."
Ōnoki snorted. "Hmph. Even so, we're not at the point of retreating yet!"
Orochimaru, disguised as the Kazekage, licked his lips. "How fascinating… I'd love to visit that world."
The Turning Point
Toriko caught a tiny mistake in Girim's rhythm.
A cannon-like uppercut smashed upward, breaking Girim's seamless offense.
And then—
Violence, perfected.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Toriko's fists rained down like a relentless storm, each strike detonating with the force of a nuclear blast. It was nothing but flesh meeting flesh, yet the sound was apocalyptic.
Girim barely trembled.
His defense was absurd. The barrage failed to worsen his condition.
In Toriko's brief pause for breath, Girim struck back. His dragon-claw-like legs lashed out at lightning speed, slamming into Toriko's side.
Toriko was launched like a missile.
"I told you," Girim snarled, leaping after him, "you can't defeat me—the one who devoured the End Beast!"
Another punch drove into Toriko's abdomen, blasting him skyward. He smashed through a colossal statue hundreds of meters tall before finally stopping.
But Toriko was bathed in the power of the Solar Sunflower.
Every cell in his body surged with repair and exhilaration. Wounds that should have been fatal now felt trivial.
He descended slowly, golden light radiating from his body. The cold blue flames Girim had planted on him melted away like frost under sunlight.
"Let's finish this, Girim."
His voice was steady.
"The flowers Ayame cultivated… they were meant to become the ultimate delicacy, weren't they?"
A radiant orb pulsed within his chest like a miniature sun.
"Sorry. But I'm winning this."
His golden aura intensified with every word.
"Ayame's devotion. Komatsu's protection. They've satisfied my stomach… and my heart!"
Girim's blue energy erupted like a volcanic surge in response.
The platform beneath them finally shattered under the dimensional pressure.
"I won't lose!!"
Girim crouched low, claws digging into rock as it crumbled like tofu. His arms burned with even darker blue flames.
Toriko's bronze skin gleamed like molten metal, warm solar power suppressing Girim's killing intent.
"The Solar Sunflower's power keeps surging!"
"It's endless energy—burning hotter and hotter!"
Golden flames shot skyward, piercing the horizon.
Girim's aura surged to match it.
They stood equal.
The World of Fairy Tail
The overwhelming pressure seemed to pierce through the screen itself.
Natsu's Dragon Slayer flames flared uncontrollably. He exhaled fire without meaning to.
"This is incredible!" he laughed. "This fight's going down in legend!"
Even Erza felt inspired.
Makarov muttered gravely, "This destruction… it surpasses even the Ten Wizard Saints."
The World of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid
"Tohru" grinned excitedly. "Now that's a real fight!"
Kobayashi shook her head. "Monsters like that don't belong in our world."
Kanna tugged at her sleeve. "Kobayashi! I want to eat that sunflower too! I want to become the sun!"
Kobayashi could only sigh. A glowing sunflower like that simply didn't exist here.
The World of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
In Egypt—
DIO watched calmly. "Impressive… but not beyond me."
Enya cackled. "Before Lord DIO's Stand, The World, they stand no chance!"
Elsewhere, the Joestars advanced through the desert.
Joseph laughed loudly, but Jotaro didn't even glance at the screen.
His target was DIO.
Nothing else mattered.
The Final Moment
Toriko's aura reached its peak.
He closed his eyes like a man performing a sacred ritual.
"With gratitude for all ingredients in this world—"
His muscles swelled visibly, metallic sheen hardening his skin.
A clear ringing sound echoed.
A massive blue spectral kitchen knife ignited with fighting spirit along his right arm.
"I'm digging in!"
With a beast-like roar, Toriko became a streak of golden lightning.
Girim's power exploded as well. The pressure from his aura scattered the clouds in orbit, clearing the dark sky in an instant.
His right fist was encased in obsidian-like scales.
"Blazing Inferno Punch!"
"100-Nail Punch!"
At zero distance—
Their ultimate fists collided.
THOOM—
Not an explosion.
But a deep, ancient bell tolling across existence.
Silence.
The world seemed to freeze.
Light, flame, destruction—everything solidified in that suspended instant.
"....."