High above the battlefield, two figures hovered—locked in a tension that crackled through the air.
Sirzechs, Michael, and Azazel watched with grim faces, the weight of the moment pressing on their shoulders.
Rias and the girls clustered together, worry etched deep in their eyes. Shuo's opponent was Vali, the legendary White Dragon Emperor. This was no ordinary fight.
Vali's voice rang out, fierce and eager.
"I've waited ages for this, Shuo Nangong! Let's see what you've got!"
With a roar, Vali unleashed a barrage—hundreds, thousands of magic bullets erupted from his dragon-clad hands, streaking silver-white through the sky, converging on Shuo like a meteor swarm.
Shuo didn't flinch. He stood in the storm of light, letting the magic bullets crash against him.
The sky lit up—
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
Explosions thundered, each flash brightening the barrier's blood-red heavens. Vali poured on the assault, relentless.
But Shuo remained untouched. The attacks broke harmlessly against a shimmering blue shield, never reaching his skin.
Frustration burned in Vali's eyes. He kicked his magic thrusters into overdrive, rocketing straight at Shuo.
Thud!
Vali's fist slammed into the barrier—still pristine, still unbroken.
He glared, searching for a crack. But then, Shuo's brow furrowed.
He could feel it—the shield's power was waning, while Vali's strength kept climbing.
A realization flickered through Shuo's mind.
Of course. Divine Dividing—the White Dragon Emperor's signature power. Every ten seconds, Vali could halve the strength of anything he touched, siphoning the stolen power for himself. He couldn't heal, but his offensive might grew exponentially.
There were limits, though—Vali's body could only handle so much, and any excess had to be vented away through his wings.
Sensing the shift, Shuo dispelled his barrier and, in the same breath, unleashed his own trump card.
A tidal wave of treasures burst forth—blades, spears, relics—each one a Noble Phantasm from the legendary King's Vault.
Vali barely had time to react. Several weapons struck home, shattering pieces of his silver-white armor, drawing blood from his lips.
Shuo's voice was cold, echoing through the ruined sky.
"I barely lifted a finger, and you're already at your limit. Surrender now, or you might not walk away alive."
The world seemed to freeze.
No one spoke; even the air felt heavy. Could Shuo really be so far above the White Dragon Emperor?
Vali's lips curled in a wry smile. No one had ever dared talk to him like that.
But anger didn't come. He knew—just from these few exchanges—that Shuo was on another level.
Still, defeat wasn't in Vali's nature. His eyes burned with undying resolve.
"Maybe I will die here. But I won't back down. If I surrender now, I'll never move forward again."
He clenched his fists, making his choice.
"Albion! It's time—let's show him what the Two Heavenly Dragons are made of!"
A voice echoed within, deep and ancient.
"Of course, Vali. Let him witness our true might."
Vali's battered armor flared with white light as he began the incantation:
I am the one who awakens—
The Two Heavenly Dragons who stole the principle of domination—
I envy infinity, I dream of the impossible—
I shall become the White Dragon of Supremacy—
And lead you into the purest limit!
The barrier trembled. Silver-white flames erupted from Vali's body, the radiance swelling until the entire world was drowned in light.
"Sacred Juggernaut Drive!"
Vali's armor transformed—massive blue wings unfurled, claws sprouted from his limbs, and his helmet grew a crown of dragon horns.
The space itself began to fracture, forcing Sirzechs and Michael to reinforce the boundaries with desperate magic.
Rias and the other girls went pale, their bodies trembling as Vali's power flooded every corner. Only now did they truly grasp the terror of the Two Heavenly Dragons.
Their fear for Shuo grew sharper—one mistake at this level, and death was a certainty.
Azazel, watching his foster son, murmured with a heavy heart:
"So he's gone all in—Juggernaut Drive. He's ready to die for this fight."
Juggernaut Drive was the ultimate weapon of both the White and Red Dragon Emperors. It boosted every stat—power, speed, ferocity—to godlike levels.
But the price was steep: the form was cursed, draining magic and life itself, and the toll on the body was brutal. Even Vali's devil heritage couldn't shield him if he lost control.
Azazel's protective instincts warred with his helplessness; he could only watch.
Vali's eyes blazed—bloodshot, wild, burning life and magic at a furious pace.
He opened his jaws wide, silver-white energy gathering into a single, lethal point.
Zzzzt!
A blinding laser shot out, straight for Shuo—a beam so intense it made the crowd's hearts skip.
Shuo summoned his sword of victory, Excalibur, and with a single swing, cleaved the beam in two.
But the split laser didn't die—it detonated everything in its path, leveling every building within the barrier.
The conference room vanished in the blast, but the three faction leaders combined their powers, shielding the survivors from the shockwave.
Michael and Sirzechs stared, faces grave.
"So this is the Juggernaut Drive of the Two Heavenly Dragons… Power like this is beyond belief."
Rias, Sona, Xenovia, Akeno—all were frozen with terror.
All they could do was watch, powerless, as monsters clashed in the sky.
Vali was a monster.
Shuo?
A monster among monsters.
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