The skies above Anipla Planet were no longer skies; they were a violently churning ocean of apocalyptic blue-black lightning.
The 1,000,000-meter-long cosmic Velociraptor—the primordial manifestation of Electro, the God of Electric, Lightning, and Thunder—towered over the continent like a celestial nightmare. Every single time the beast exhaled, localized hurricanes of raw, superheated plasma ripped through the atmosphere. The sheer gravitational and electromagnetic pressure radiating from the entity was so incomprehensibly massive that it was flattening mountains hundreds of miles away and causing the very tectonic plates of the planet to groan in agonizing protest.
Down in the pulverized crater of the Tournament Stadium, fifty thousand spectators were frozen in absolute, paralyzing terror. They couldn't run. The suffocating weight of a literal god's presence had pinned them to the floorboards, stealing the oxygen from their lungs.
In the center of it all, suspended a few meters above the shattered ground, was the unconscious physical vessel of ten-year-old Asadullah. His eyes glowed with blinding blue-black electricity, his body acting as the absolute epicenter for the million-meter cosmic horror projecting from his soul.
From the ruined VIP balcony, a single figure stepped forward into the howling, 50,000-volt winds.
King Mufasa.
His long, majestic white hair whipped violently around his face, yet his regal posture remained completely unbothered. His golden eyes, ancient and carrying the weight of a thousand conquered galaxies, looked up at the screeching beast of thunder.
Without a single word, Mufasa stepped off the balcony.
He didn't fall. He simply descended, floating down toward the center of the arena with the slow, deliberate grace of a supreme monarch. As his boots finally touched the melted, bubbling glass of the arena floor, his legendary golden aura ignited. It wasn't a violent explosion of energy like Electro's; it was a serene, infinitely dense, and overwhelmingly hot golden light that pushed back the blue-black darkness, creating a protective dome over the terrified spectators.
High above, the 1,000,000-meter Velociraptor noticed the golden light. It snapped its massive, jagged jaws downward, locking its plasma-burning eyes onto Mufasa. Recognizing the man who had sealed it a decade ago, the cosmic entity let out a screech that shattered the sound barrier a thousand times over!
ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
The God of Thunder did not hesitate. Drawing upon the ambient voltage of the entire planet's atmosphere, Electro initiated the first strike. The blue-black aura around Asadullah's floating body condensed, sparking with terrifying magnetic forces.
Electro Charge (Electromagnetics Type)!
The attack was instantaneous. A hyper-dense, concentrated beam of pure, positive and negative electromagnetic energy blasted downward from the heavens! The beam was hundreds of meters wide, carrying enough raw voltage and magnetic crushing force to vaporize an entire country in a fraction of a second. It tore through the air, screaming with the sound of a billion dying stars, aimed squarely at Mufasa's head.
Mufasa did not move. He did not dodge. He slowly raised his right hand, his palm facing the apocalyptic pillar of descending lightning.
"You have slept for ten years, Electro," Mufasa's deep, echoing voice cut through the noise of the universe. "And you have clearly forgotten your place."
Mufasa clenched his right fist.
Eruption (Thermal Type)!
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The very core of Anipla Planet answered the King's call! The ground beneath the stadium didn't just crack; it violently exploded! A colossal, heaven-piercing geyser of hyper-compressed, supreme-temperature magma and white-hot thermal energy erupted from the earth!
This wasn't normal magma. This was a Thermal Type attack pushed to the absolute pinnacle of universal power. The heat was so incomprehensible that it bypassed the laws of physics entirely.
The ascending pillar of golden-white fire collided head-on with the descending pillar of blue-black electromagnetism!
The clash was legendary! The moment the two god-tier energies met, the shockwave completely evaporated the surrounding clouds for ten thousand miles. The sky turned split-color: half blinding white heat, half abyss-black lightning. For a brief second, Electro's charge pushed downward, but Mufasa simply narrowed his eyes. The Eruption flared, instantly superheating the lightning itself, melting the electromagnetic waves into nothingness and blasting straight up to strike the chin of the 1,000,000-meter Velociraptor!
Electro screeched in cosmic pain as the heat singed its ethereal jaw. Realizing that raw elemental force wouldn't be enough, the beast shifted its strategy, drawing upon the deepest, most arcane mysteries of the cosmos.
The giant Velociraptor threw its head back and roared at the void of space. Above the planet's atmosphere, reality itself began to tear open. Massive, jagged dimensional rifts appeared in the blackness of space. Through these rifts, colossal celestial bodies—meteors the size of entire continents, burning with blue-black cosmic lightning—were forcefully pulled from neighboring galaxies!
Meteor Shower (Space Type)!
Thousands of colossal, flaming meteors began plummeting toward Anipla Planet. The sky turned into a falling ceiling of burning rock and lightning. Just one of these meteors possessed enough kinetic mass to wipe out all life on the planet.
Down in the arena, Dunga, who had barely managed to survive the initial shockwave by burying himself under a slab of magical bedrock, looked up at the sky in absolute, mind-shattering despair. "It's the end of the world..." he whispered, his fiery aura flickering out.
"No," Mufasa's voice echoed calmly across the stadium. "It is merely a minor inconvenience."
Mufasa calmly lowered his right hand and raised his left. He closed his eyes, tapping into a highly specialized, deeply complex branch of Urja manipulation.
Tears of Blood (Blood Type [Secondary Type made by Liquid Type])!
From Mufasa's outstretched hand, a single, incredibly dense drop of glowing, crimson liquid floated upward. Then, it multiplied. One drop became ten. Ten became a million. A billion. A trillion!
In an instant, gravity seemed to reverse. A torrential, heavy, and violently dense "rain" of concentrated, hyper-pressurized blood-red liquid shot upward from the stadium, flying directly into the upper atmosphere! This was no ordinary liquid. It was a Blood Type derivative—a fluid so heavy, so incredibly dense, that a single drop weighed as much as a mountain range.
The reversed rain of crimson blood met the falling shower of cosmic meteors in the stratosphere.
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
The sky exploded in a masterpiece of destruction! The absolute density of the Tears of Blood acted like trillions of indestructible bullets. The moment the crimson drops touched the continent-sized meteors, the space-rocks violently shattered into harmless, microscopic dust! The entire meteor shower was annihilated in mere seconds, leaving the sky painted in a beautiful, eerie crimson glow.
Furious that its ultimate space attack had been effortlessly neutralized, the million-meter Velociraptor let out a mechanical, crackling shriek. Its massive form suddenly flickered, glitching out of reality.
Volt Switch (Electromagnetics Type)!
The beast utilized an ultra-advanced technique, converting its colossal mass into pure, weightless electromagnetic data. It vanished from the sky instantly, teleporting directly into the arena, forming a condensed, hyper-lethal avatar of pure voltage directly behind Mufasa's back! The teleportation was so fast it didn't just break the speed of light; it broke the concept of time itself. The avatar swung a crackling blue-black claw straight for Mufasa's neck!
But the King was already reacting.
Without even turning around, Mufasa flared his spiritual core.
Thermal Waves (Thermal Type)!
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
A perfectly spherical, 360-degree wave of invisible, absolute heat radiated outward from Mufasa's body. There was no fire, no explosion—just pure, unadulterated, unyielding temperature. The sheer, overwhelming ambient heat of the Thermal Waves disrupted the electromagnetic field of Electro's avatar before the claw could even touch Mufasa's skin!
The avatar screeched as its electrical data began to forcefully evaporate, melting away under the King's passive heat! The Volt Switch was completely neutralized, forcing the entity to retreat, zipping back up into the sky and reforming its 1,000,000-meter body, panting with crackling cosmic static.
Mufasa slowly turned around, looking up at the sky. His golden eyes narrowed. The playful part of the battle was over. It was time to put the beast back in its cage.
"You have put on a decent show, Electro," Mufasa declared, his voice booming with the authority of the heavens. "But this tournament is meant for the new generation. You are interrupting."
Mufasa brought both of his hands together in front of his chest. His golden aura didn't expand; instead, it began to aggressively compress. The entire planet fell silent. The wind stopped. The oceans stopped moving. All ambient heat across the entire continent was forcefully sucked toward the space between Mufasa's palms.
A tiny, blindingly bright sphere of light appeared between his hands. It grew to the size of a golf ball, then a baseball, then a boulder. It wasn't just fire. Mufasa was literally forging a miniature, hyper-dense cosmic star right in the middle of the arena!
STAR OF ENDLESS HEAT (THERMAL TYPE)!
The moment the star fully formed, the light was so blinding that the entire planet was bathed in an eternal day. The heat was so supreme that the very concept of "cold" ceased to exist within a ten-thousand-mile radius.
Up in the sky, the 1,000,000-meter Velociraptor felt true, unadulterated fear. The God of Lightning knew that if that star hit it, its spiritual essence would be permanently erased from the cosmos!
In a state of absolute, frantic panic, Electro forcefully drew upon every single drop of its remaining cosmic Urja. It wrapped its massive, lightning-infused wings and tail around its body, solidifying the air, the space, and the magic around it into a multi-layered, impenetrable, perfectly spherical barrier.
Protect (Normal Type)!
It was the ultimate absolute defense. A barrier designed to withstand the destruction of the universe itself.
Down below, Mufasa looked at the ultimate defense and simply smirked.
With a gentle, effortless flick of his wrists, Mufasa sent the Star of Endless Heat floating upward. It didn't shoot like a laser; it floated slowly, beautifully, ascending into the sky until it met the bottom of Electro's Protect barrier.
For one microscopic fraction of a second, the barrier held.
Then... it melted.
The Star of Endless Heat didn't shatter the barrier; it simply melted it out of existence. The supreme thermal energy effortlessly bypassed the Normal Type defense, passing right through the shield and burying itself deeply into the chest of the 1,000,000-meter Velociraptor!
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The sky detonated in a blinding flash of golden supremacy!
Electro didn't even have the chance to scream. The absolute heat engulfed the million-meter lightning beast, vaporizing its cosmic form instantly. The blue-black clouds were incinerated, revealing the beautiful, clear blue sky of Anipla Planet once again.
The 50,000-volt aura surrounding Asadullah's floating body down in the arena violently shattered. The ancient seal, fortified by Mufasa's overwhelming power, slammed shut within the boy's soul. The dark voice inside him was completely silenced, locked away in the deepest abyss of his spiritual core.
With the entity gone, Asadullah's body went completely limp. The gravity returned to normal, and the boy fell from the air, crashing heavily into the pulverized bedrock of the arena.
Silence.
Absolute, ringing, deafening silence fell over the entire stadium.
The fifty thousand spectators, the VIPs, the guards—everyone stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the sky, which was now perfectly clear and sunny, as if the apocalyptic god of lightning had never even existed. Then, they looked down at King Mufasa, who casually dusted off the shoulders of his regal coat.
Dunga, who was half-buried in the rubble across the crater, pushed the rocks off his chest. He coughed up a cloud of grey dust, his eyes wide as he stared at the motionless body of Asadullah.
Slowly, painfully, Asadullah's fingers twitched.
The ten-year-old boy let out a heavy groan, rolling over onto his back. He opened his eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight. His head was pounding, his muscles screaming in agony, and his Urja reserves were completely chaotic. He slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood and dirt.
"W-What happened...?" Asadullah mumbled, his voice hoarse. He had absolutely no memory of the cosmic possession. The last thing he remembered was clashing fists with Dunga.
Mufasa walked slowly across the ruined battlefield, stopping a few feet away from Asadullah. The King looked down at the boy, then across the crater at Dunga, who was also struggling to stand up.
The King turned his head toward the ruined announcer's booth.
"The demonic interruption has been dealt with," Mufasa's voice boomed effortlessly across the stadium, reaching the ears of every single spectator. "The tournament is meant to test the limits of the new generation. Their limits have not yet been reached."
Mufasa pointed a commanding finger at Asadullah, then at Dunga.
"This match is not over. Continue."
With that absolute command, Mufasa turned around. With a single leap, he vanished from the arena floor, reappearing instantly back in his seat in the VIP suite, crossing his legs as if he had just taken a casual stroll.
For a moment, nobody moved. The crowd was still processing the fact that their King had just casually defeated a million-meter cosmic god and was now demanding a children's martial arts match to resume.
But down in the crater, something magical happened.
Dunga looked at Asadullah. Asadullah looked at Dunga.
They were both battered, bruised, bleeding, and entirely exhausted. Their clothes were shredded, and their stamina was running on absolute fumes. Yet, slowly, a massive, unyielding grin spread across Dunga's dirt-covered face.
Seeing Dunga's smile, Asadullah couldn't help himself. He started laughing. A loud, joyful, echoing laugh that broke the tension of the entire stadium.
"You heard the King, Dunga!" Asadullah shouted, forcing himself up onto his feet, his legs shaking but his spirit burning brighter than ever. "The match isn't over!"
Dunga slapped his own cheeks violently, hyping himself up as he forced his aching body into a fighting stance. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Asad! Let's finish this right here, right now!"
The crowd, realizing that these two ten-year-old monsters were actually going to keep fighting after witnessing an apocalyptic event, suddenly erupted! Fifty thousand voices screamed in absolute, deafening hype! The stadium shook with the roaring cheers, chanting their names in unison!
"ASAD! DUNGA! ASAD! DUNGA!"
Hearing the crowd, the two young warriors felt a final, massive surge of adrenaline. They abandoned all elemental defense. They abandoned all complex strategies. This was going to come down to pure, unadulterated, physical brawn.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!" they both screamed, charging at each other across the ruined, glass-melted floor!
Asadullah pulled his right fist back, funneling massive amounts of raw, unrefined kinetic force into his knuckles. The sheer density of the physical pressure distorted the air around his arm, making his fist look twice its normal size!
MEGA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!
Across from him, Dunga mirrored the exact same movement! He didn't use fire; he used pure, crushing physical might, funneling his remaining stamina into a devastating haymaker!
MEGA PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!
BAM!
Fist collided with fist! The physical shockwave blew away the remaining dust in the crater! The impact was so heavy that the bones in their arms groaned under the pressure, but neither boy pulled back. Instead, they used the recoil to spin, launching themselves into a furious, blinding barrage of high-speed strikes!
Their fists became absolute blurs! They threw jabs, hooks, uppercuts, and straight punches at a speed that defied human anatomy!
1000 PUNCHES (BRAWL TYPE)! Asadullah roared, his fists raining down like a localized meteor shower of physical pain!
1000 PUNCHES (BRAWL TYPE)! Dunga roared back, matching the flurry blow for blow!
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Fists smashed into cheeks! Knuckles buried into ribs! Blood sprayed into the air as they stood toe-to-toe in the dead center of the arena, refusing to dodge, refusing to block, simply taking the hits and throwing them right back! It was a masterpiece of endurance, a raw display of two warriors who absolutely refused to lose!
With their physical stamina finally hitting rock bottom, they both realized that the next exchange would be the last.
They both jumped backward, creating a ten-meter gap between them.
"This is it, Dunga!" Asadullah panted heavily, his golden eyes burning with absolute resolve. He reached deep into his core, finding a hidden reserve of thermal energy he didn't even know he had. His right fist suddenly burst into intense, roaring flames!
PYRO PUNCH (THERMAL TYPE)!
Dunga grinned through the blood pouring from his nose. "Bring it on, Asad!" He reached into his own core, pulling out the very last drop of his fiery aura, wrapping his right fist in an identical, blazing inferno!
PYRO PUNCH (THERMAL TYPE)!
BOOOM!
They charged! The two fiery fists collided in the center, creating a massive, swirling pillar of fire that shot up into the sky! The heat was intense, but their willpower was even hotter.
In the middle of the fiery tornado, the flames on their fists slowly flickered out. They had completely drained their elemental reserves. They had nothing left but their bare hands, their tired muscles, and their unbreakable spirits.
The fire cleared, leaving them face to face.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion.
Asadullah planted his left foot firmly into the ground. He twisted his hips, utilizing perfect, flawless martial arts mechanics to generate power from the very earth itself, transferring it through his core, into his shoulder, and down into his right fist.
FINISHING PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!
Simultaneously, Dunga stepped forward, throwing his entire remaining body weight behind one, final, desperate right straight!
FINISHING PUNCH (BRAWL TYPE)!
The entire stadium held its breath. The King leaned forward on his throne.
The two fists crossed in mid-air.
THWACK!
A deafening, sickening sound of flesh hitting bone echoed through the silent arena.
Both fighters froze perfectly in place, like statues carved from stone.
Asadullah's right fist was buried deep into Dunga's left cheek.
Dunga's right fist was hovering just one millimeter away from Asadullah's nose. He had been just a microscopic fraction of a second too slow.
For three long, agonizing seconds, nobody moved. The wind howled through the stadium.
Then, slowly, the fierce, terrifying grin on Dunga's face softened into a gentle, satisfied smile.
"You... got me... Asad..." Dunga whispered softly.
Dunga's eyes rolled back into his head. His knees buckled, and he collapsed backward, falling flat onto the shattered bedrock of the arena floor, completely unconscious, but with a proud smile resting on his face.
Asadullah stood there for a moment, his fist still extended. He looked down at his rival, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. He slowly lowered his arm, looking up at the roaring, screaming crowd above.
The announcer, having found a working magical microphone amidst the rubble, screamed at the top of his lungs.
"HE IS DOWN! DUNGA IS DOWN! THE WINNER OF THIS INCREDIBLE, WORLD-SHAKING MATCH IS... ASADULLAH!"
The stadium erupted into the loudest, most deafening cheer in the history of Anipla Planet. Confetti began to rain down from the undamaged upper tiers.
Asadullah looked down at Dunga, a wide, exhausted smile breaking across his own face. He raised his right fist high into the air, signaling his victory to the heavens, before his own legs gave out and he collapsed right next to Dunga, completely drained, but completely victorious.
It was a victory for Asad. A victory that would be etched into the history books for all of eternity.