Kami no Gekitotsu (Clash of the Gods)
The air was still thick from the shockwave of Yujiro's first strike. Dust floated gently in the sunlight like ash from a fallen star.
Milim Nava, still reeling from the force of the chop to her neck, took a slow step backward. Her expression had changed. No longer playful. No longer teasing.
She was smiling—but this time, it was the kind of smile a dragon gives before unleashing a cataclysm.
"…You actually hit me," she whispered, voice low and almost reverent.
Yujiro didn't respond.
His smirk said it all.
On the edge of the arena, Middray clenched his fists, a nervous sweat forming on his brow.
"Draguel sama… that speed… that power. Who is this man?"
Draguel, arms folded, his expression calm but observant, replied, "That's Yujiro Hanma. The Strongest Creature Alive. He doesn't need magic. He is strength incarnate. Physical, raw, perfect."
"But… Milim… she's not holding back anymore, is she?" Middray asked, eyes flickering toward the center of the arena.
Draguel shook his head once.
"No. Not anymore."
Back inside the ring, Milim closed her eyes.
A gentle breeze rolled across the stadium.
Then—BOOM!
Her eyes snapped open—golden and glowing.
A terrifying surge of pure aura exploded from her body. It shot upward like a volcanic eruption, coloring the sky pink with magicules gone berserk.
The city beneath the arena shuddered. Windows cracked. Beasts roared in fear. The very earth trembled.
Even Draguel raised an eyebrow.
"Now that's the Milim I know."
Milim's golden aura wrapped around her like a living flame—twisting, spinning, roaring. She rolled her shoulders, cracking her knuckles. Her playful attitude returned, but now it was mixed with the bloodlust of a warrior ready for war.
"You got me once, Yujiro," she said, grinning. "But I learn fast. Let's see how you handle me at full power."
And then—she vanished.
A sonic boom erupted.
Milim reappeared behind Yujiro, throwing a Dragon Fist aimed at his ribs.
Yujiro blocked it—barely—his muscles hardening like living armor.
BOOM!
The shockwave from the block shattered the tiles beneath them, sending cracks outward like lightning bolts across the arena floor.
Milim spun in midair, delivering a heel kick that shimmered with her draconic aura.
Yujiro ducked under it and countered with a brutal backhand strike that grazed her cheek, sending her spinning. But Milim twisted midair and landed like a cat—on all fours, grinning with bloody lips.
"Not bad, muscle man!"
Yujiro stepped forward. "You hit harder than you look, princess."
Milim's eyes narrowed. "Tch, princess, huh? You're gonna regret that."
She charged again, faster than before—fists flying in rapid combinations, her Drago Fist technique glowing pink with every strike.
Left hook—countered.
Palm thrust—dodged.
Spinning elbow—blocked with Yujiro's forearm.
Rising knee—intercepted by Yujiro's shoulder.
The two were locked in a flurry of blows, fists clashing like thunder gods at war. Each impact cracked the air, blasting wind in every direction.
From a distance, Draguel muttered, "Look at them. Technique after technique—Milim is adapting, growing stronger with every strike."
"But Yujiro…" Middray added, "…he's not even breaking a sweat."
Yujiro shifted.
His stance changed—subtle but terrifying.
His hands moved fluidly, unpredictably. His breathing slowed.
Then it began—his martial art.
Not elegant. Not graceful.
But raw.
Primal.
A martial art made from pure experience, instinct, and domination.
Each move came from strange angles—illogical, unorthodox.
One punch came like a slap. Another kick like a lunge.
Then an elbow shot upward at a diagonal, followed by a twisting shoulder smash.
Milim backed up, eyes wide.
He's everywhere at once— she thought. —It doesn't make sense!
Yujiro's next attack came from below, like a beast leaping for the throat.
Milim jumped and spun—barely avoiding a powerful sweep that tore through the stone arena, launching a pillar into the sky.
THWACK!
Yujiro caught her midair with a punch to the stomach—one that sent her crashing into the arena wall, cracking it deep. Dust exploded outward.
She emerged coughing—but laughing.
"HAHAHAHA! Now that's more like it!"
Her body bruised. Her lip bleeding.
She didn't care.
In fact—she was enjoying it.
"I haven't had this much fun since I fought Guy!!" she yelled.
"Then stop holding back," Yujiro growled. "Give me the real fight."
Milim's expression grew serious.
"You asked for it…"
Her aura surged again—hotter this time. Sharper.
But something was different.
This time, she mixed her aura into every strike. Her fists glowed with concentrated power. The very air bent around them.
She blurred forward.
Yujiro grinned.
"Come on then, little dragon."
BANG!
A punch struck Yujiro's shoulder—he twisted and responded with a hook to her jaw.
CRACK!
Milim hit back with a spinning kick—Yujiro caught her leg and hurled her into the ground, but she flipped midair and launched off the floor like a missile, slamming into his chest.
They clashed again.
And again.
Fist against fist.
Dragon against Beast.
From afar, Middray and Draguel could barely follow the fight now.
They were moving too fast. The air rippled. The sky above the arena began to twist—storm clouds gathering from the sheer energy being released.
Middray whispered, "They're not just fighting… they're challenging each other's existence."
Draguel nodded slowly.
"This is what it looks like when gods fight."
Back in the center, Milim and Yujiro both stood, breathing heavily, facing each other.
Milim was bruised, her clothes torn, but her eyes were burning with excitement.
Yujiro's shirt was ripped open, revealing his monstrous physique—his face calm, but wild joy danced in his eyes.
Milim wiped blood from her chin. "You're insane. You're not like anyone I've ever fought."
Yujiro stepped forward. "Neither are you."
A moment passed.
The air was quiet.
Then they both smiled.
And charged again.
The battlefield roared with magic and martial fury.
Milim's body glowed with radiant chaos as she entered her Battle Mode. A single obsidian horn pierced the sky from her forehead, her armor gleaming black with purple veins of energy crawling across it like living lightning. Her wings flared, her hair whipped wildly in the wind, and in her hand appeared her God-Grade Sword, shimmering with ancient runes and dragonic power.
She looked terrifying—divine wrath incarnate.
But before her transformation had finished, a shadow blitzed through the dust.
Yujiro Hanma.
He didn't wait. There were no cheers, no build-up.
Only action.
His feet thundered into the earth as he dashed in a straight line, fists up, eyes sharp. In a second, he was in front of Milim, and without hesitation, he unleashed a flurry of Muay Thai strikes—elbows like steel rods, knees like falling mountains, and fists like thunderclaps.
Milim's eyes widened.
"What?!" she gasped, barely blocking the first few hits.
Midray, standing on a ridge above, yelled, "He didn't even wait for her to finish! What kind of madman—?!"
Draguel, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "He's not here for show. No opening ceremony. No dress-up. He came to fight."
BOOM!
Milim flew back, skidding through rock and dirt, leaving a trail like a comet.
She growled. "Tch... That hurt."
With a burst of divine light, she completed her transformation and stood up slowly, now radiating pure fury.
"You're gonna regret that," she said.
Milim shot forward like lightning, sword drawn. Her movements were no longer just wild. Now, they were measured, elegant, deadly. She had drawn upon her full mastery of the sword, slicing through the air with moves that could carve mountains.
CLANG!
Yujiro caught the blade with his bare hand, his muscles flaring like steel cables.
Then, he smirked.
"Cute sword," he said. "Let me show you real technique."
He dropped low and shifted. Suddenly, Yujiro changed styles—his movements now fluid and unpredictable. He combined Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, twisting out of grips and throws, then shifted into Kenpo, delivering crisp, brutal strikes aimed at her joints and pressure points.
Milim backed off, panting slightly. "Wha—what is that?! I've never seen moves like this...!"
On the hill, more soldiers from Midray's unit gathered, watching the battle unfold. Their eyes were wide, mouths agape.
"He's human, right?" one of them whispered.
"He's fighting the Demon Lord Lady Milim like it's a sparring match... without magic?"
Down below, Milim launched a Mana Bullet, a Dragon Fang, and then summoned her Star Magic, raining celestial light down on Yujiro.
But the moment the spells hit him...
Nothing.
Yujiro walked through the storm of magic, eyes calm, unfazed. Like it was a gentle rain.
"Impossible..." Milim's voice trembled.
She gritted her teeth and roared. "THEN I'LL JUST HAVE TO GO FULL POWER!"
The sky turned red. The ground cracked. Her aura exploded.
She activated her Ultimate Skill —
Satanael, Lord of Wrath.
Her power skyrocketed. Her breathing synced with the heartbeat of the planet. Her body overflowed with Magicules as her Magicule Breeder Reactor began. Unlimited energy. Unlimited wrath. Her very presence twisted the fabric of reality around her.
Her eyes now glowed with demonic flame.
Yujiro stood his ground, wiping dust from his shoulder.
"Finally done? Good," he grinned. "Now let me show you what martial arts truly means."
Milim screamed and launched herself at him again.
Spatial Motion — she teleported behind him.
Aspectual Magic — she summoned 10 different elemental forms of herself.
Drago Nova — a supernova compressed into a dragon's breath.
Yujiro punched through it all.
With every hit, Milim grew angrier. Stronger. Faster.
But Yujiro matched her, move for move.
Now he unleashed a storm of martial arts from all corners of the world.
Kung Fu, Wing Chun, Sambo, Sanda, Ninjutsu — all combined.
His body was a blur. His limbs were impossible to read. Every strike seemed to anticipate Milim's next move.
"He's adapting," Draguel said in awe. "He's copying her style... in real time."
"Not copying," Midray whispered. "He's improving it."
Yujiro ducked under a sword slash, stepped sideways into a flying roundhouse, and then twisted his body unnaturally — using Kuk Sool Won and Tang Soo Do, dislocating her shoulder with surgical precision.
Milim roared. Her rage was consuming her. She had too much power. Her form shimmered, barely holding together.
"RRRAAAAHHH!!" she bellowed, swinging wildly.
Yujiro danced.
Literally.
He flowed into Tai Chi, every movement elegant, calm — like ripples on a pond. His body bent, twisted, floated — untouched, untouchable.
"Is he dancing?!" someone shouted from the watching soldiers.
But then Yujiro's dance turned into something new.
He had created a new technique. A blend of:
Kyusho Jitsu — targeting nerves and pressure points,
Aikido — redirecting her force,
Chin Na — seizing and locking her limbs with barely any effort.
Milim could barely follow his movements.
THWACK! Her leg was swept.
CRACK! Her elbow slammed inward by a precise jab.
BANG! Her ribs screamed in pain from a perfectly-timed pressure-point punch.
"What... what's happening...?!" she gasped.
Yujiro stood still now, breathing slowly.
"You've got power," he said, voice calm. "But power without control is just a tantrum."
Milim snarled, enraged. Her body glowed hotter, more unstable.
"I'LL KILL YOU!!"
She flew at him with a scream of raw chaos.
Yujiro moved like a ghost. Every limb struck a different nerve point.
Her body froze.
She couldn't move.
Pain exploded through her in ten different spots.
But she never saw the hits. She never saw the hands.
She only saw his eyes.
Cold. Calm. Masterful.
Yujiro whispered.
"Sit down."
And Milim collapsed, breathing hard, unable to move, her energy spiraling around her like a hurricane trying to find control.
Up on the hill, there was silence.
No one clapped. No one moved.
Because they had just witnessed something that didn't feel real.
A man — with no magic, no divine blessings, no cheat skills — had out-fought the Chaos Dragon Queen.
Midray sat down slowly. "...That wasn't a fight," he said.
Draguel nodded. "That was a lesson."