The battlefield had gone silent.
Not because the war had ended.
But because something greater was about to begin.
A final dance between power and supremacy.
Yujiro Hanma and Atraval stood in the ruined plains of the Cardinal World, the earth cracked, the skies darkened, flames in the distance flickered like warning beacons to the gods. The air was thick and heavy, not with magic, but with pure, overwhelming force. Even without magic, this moment carried more pressure than any spell could cast.
Atraval, in his final form, snarled like a beast. His body still emanated steam, his new humanoid form sleek, yet monstrous. Jet-black veins glowed with demonic red underneath pale gray skin. His hair had transformed into a flaming mane, and his fingers looked more like jagged blades than hands. His eyes burned—not with rage, but satisfaction.
But Yujiro didn't move. He stood with his hands still in his pockets, calm as a breeze in a storm. That smirk… It never left his face.
The Demon Lords and True Dragons, beaten and bruised, watched from the wreckage. Even Velzard and Guy Crimson, known for their pride, were humbled. Draguel was coughing up blood. Milim clutched her ribs, leaning on Rimuru, who had only just regained the ability to stand.
"He's... he's not afraid," whispered Luminous, barely able to lift her head.
"He's more than power..." muttered Leon.
Atraval growled. "You still smirk, human? Even now? After all my strength, all my fury? YOU DARE?!"
Yujiro took one step forward. The ground split. Craters formed in the dust beneath his foot. "I've seen everything you can do," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "And I'm not impressed."
Atraval's eyes widened.
"You laid hands on my niece... You destroyed cities. You thought yourself a god."
BOOM.
Yujiro vanished in a blur.
A punch landed clean into Atraval's chest, sending him flying hundreds of meters through the air, tearing through hills like they were paper.
"I warned them. I trained them. But you... you were created to prove a point. I'll make sure this is your final chapter."
Atraval roared in fury. He charged back, claws swiping, feet slamming into the ground like cannons. But Yujiro was already behind him. In the blink of an eye, Yujiro grabbed Atraval's wrist mid-swipe and twisted. Bones snapped. With a precise elbow strike to the jaw, he sent Atraval into a spin.
Yujiro had changed.
His stance was new.
His entire energy shifted. His muscles coiled like serpents, his eyes sharpened, his breathing slowed.
The technique was unknown. Not even Yujiro's own students had ever seen it.
It was something else.
The Ogre God Fist.
A martial art created by Yujiro himself. A form designed not to incapacitate or subdue... but to kill. A form so precise, every movement aimed for pressure points, arteries, organs, nerves.
Each move was a sentence.
Each strike was an execution.
Atraval screamed in pain as Yujiro unleashed a flurry of kicks, each one colliding with devastating speed. A reverse roundhouse cracked Atraval's ribs. A spinning back elbow crushed his sternum. A rising knee shattered his jaw. Atraval couldn't even react—Yujiro was moving faster than instinct.
"This... this cannot be!" Atraval coughed blood. "How can a mere mortal—?!"
Yujiro's fist stopped inches from Atraval's throat. "Because I'm no mortal. I am the limit you were never meant to surpass."
With blinding speed, Yujiro launched into the final sequence.
His arms became blurs. He struck Atraval fifteen times in two seconds—neck, ribs, shoulder, kidney, spine.
Each hit caused shockwaves.
The entire world shook.
From the Forgotten Dragon Kingdom to the outskirts of Ruberios, people fell to their knees, feeling the pressure.
Atraval, overwhelmed, stumbled back.
"I... I came here with a purpose... and I fulfilled it," Atraval coughed. His body was broken, his demonic energy leaking from every wound. "But hear me, Demon Lords... if ever your arrogance returns, if you ever again believe your magic puts you above creation... I will return."
Yujiro narrowed his eyes. "Then I'll be here... waiting."
And with that...
BOOOOOOM!
Yujiro delivered the final strike. A rising palm thrust into Atraval's heart. The force compressed space. Atraval's body imploded, shattering into dust.
Silence.
And then...
Light.
A warm, golden glow descended from the sky. The skies cleared. A divine light bathed the land. Slowly, all around them, magic began to return. One by one, the Demon Lords and dragons felt it.
Guy gasped, "My magic... it's back."
Leon clenched his fist. "I feel it too."
Shion stood up slowly, tears in her eyes. "We survived..."
Milim, weak but smiling, sprinted toward Yujiro.
She jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Uncle... you came..."
Yujiro placed a hand on her head, that familiar smirk softer now.
"Of course I did."
The world was safe.
But only because Yujiro Hanma exists.