"Come on, say something. It's not every day I get to meet one of the people who hide in the shadows, pulling the strings of the world," David said with a mocking smile as he lightly tapped Ra's Al Ghul's cheek, each pat slow and humiliating.
Rage flashed across Ra's Al Ghul's eyes, his pride boiling at the insult, yet he didn't move. What could he do? The man standing before him had torn through his fortress, his men, and his defenses as if they were nothing.
Then, breaking the tense silence, Ra's Al Ghul finally spoke. "I have a way to bring your daughter back to life."
David's mocking smile froze, the room falling utterly still.
"There is a pit," Ra's Al Ghul began, his voice light but his eyes sharp, gauging David's reaction. "A path within it that can bring the dead back to life. All that's needed is a drop of blood, and as long as they've been dead for less than six months, they can be restored."
David stared at him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. The idea lingered in the air between them, heavy and tempting. He'd heard of the Lazarus Pits before—something that was said to cheat death itself—but his memory of their limits was hazy.
"Isn't the limit on that thing like three days or something?" David asked quietly, his tone calm but edged with disbelief. He wasn't entirely sure of the details, yet he knew enough to understand one thing: the Lazarus Pits could only bring back those who had died recently. His daughter had been gone far too long, plus he was sure it needed a complete body, something he didn't have. There was no chance—not even with something as miraculous as that.
"Lying to me… I'm going to slap you twenty times. But I'm curious as to why you want to buy time," David said calmly, his voice flat and unnerving as he regarded Ra's.
A childish laugh cut through the tension like a knife. "Haha, that was so I can come clay." The sound drew David's head to the side, and there stood a small boy clutching a cat in his arms. David's eyebrow rose at the unexpected sight. The sound let out a soft cry, correcting the kid who instantly began to defend himself, acting like he meant to say Play instead of Clay.
"Aren't you that higher-dimension kid no one likes? Trash lord of chaos who can only make friends with cats?" David asked, his tone flat. Klarion's smile vanished instantly.
[Ima Homeau] — Who's that? David just called the kid a higher-dimensional being. Is that actually true?
[Pat Myaz] — A higher-dimensional being? David's only been a hero for a few days. When would he have learned about that? And why would a higher-dimensional being look like a kid instead of some kind of monster?
[Lolicon God] Let's think about this for a moment. That guy thinks that kid is capable of fighting David. The Kid just appeared out of nowhere, and the Kid clearly is affected by David's words. There is a good chance David is telling the truth.
"Oh, look at you, realizing I'm speaking the truth. I'd say I'd want to be friends… but I have standards," David said with a mocking smile, his tone dripping with amusement.
Klarion's face flushed red with fury, his composure breaking instantly. Without hesitation, his hands flared with a crimson glow, pure chaos energy pulsing from his palm before surging toward David in a violent wave.
David didn't move at first, watching with a raised eyebrow as the blast closed in. Then, at the very last second, his instincts screamed. He tilted his head sharply to the side, the attack grazing past where it would have struck him clean—bypassing Infinity entirely.
"Oh? Your attacks can actually touch me?" David asked with a faint smile as he reached up and removed his blindfold. If the boy's magic could bypass Infinity, then holding back wasn't an option. The moment the fabric slipped away, his eyes gleamed with power, and he began stretching his arms and neck, loosening up his body for the fight ahead.
"Your control over space is annoying," Klarion said with a smug grin, his voice laced with arrogance. "Let's get rid of that, shall we?"
He raised his hand, and the air around them warped violently. In an instant, the surrounding space locked tight, twisting into an invisible cage. David's eyebrow rose slightly as he felt it—the Limitless had been completely sealed.
Klarion grinned wickedly, his hands crackling with raw, unstable energy before unleashing a barrage of red lightning-like beams straight at David. The blasts tore through the air, moving faster the lighting, but David moved through it like a dancer in rhythm with chaos itself. Each strike missed him by inches as he side-stepped with effortless precision, his movements fluid and untouchable.
Yujiro could dodge lightning, but David was something far beyond that—he carried Yujiro's monstrous reflexes, and speed, strength, and durability amplified by cursed energy. But Klarion's attacks weren't even true lightning; they were faster, sharper, and far more deadly… yet David read them all before the boy even decided to fire.
"You're so slow," David mocked with a smirk, his voice laced with disdain. "What a trash lord of chaos."
The words hit like a slap. Klarion's face twisted in fury as he screamed, sending another storm of crimson beams toward him. But before the attacks could land, David blurred from sight. A fraction of a second later, a thunderous impact cracked the sky—David's fist buried itself into Klarion's chest, slamming him into the ground with such overwhelming force that the earth quaked across the continent. The shockwave rippled outward, and the world trembled beneath the weight of that single blow.
[TheOne] Fuck! I felt that! That knocked out the lights in my room for a second.
[I'm In Love With My Mom] NO way, I don't think Superman has ever unleashed power of that level. I felt that!
[Fisting Your Mom God] That was Overkill. How could a fist cause an earthquake?
The world itself seemed to groan from the force of David's punch. The entire mountain range trembled, and Ra's Al Ghul's base—once buried deep beneath layers of stone—collapsed in an instant, reduced to dust by the shockwaves. The nearby snowfields evaporated in seconds, leaving a barren stretch of scorched land.
The explosion of energy had thrown the camera drones violently through the air, their lenses spinning before they managed to stabilize and reform at a safe distance. They zoomed in just in time to catch the sight of David being blasted backward through the sky, a blur of white hair and shattered rock in his wake.
Klarion rose after him, his grin wide and unhinged, hurling a storm of crimson energy that blanketed the heavens. Bolts tore through the air like burning comets, consuming everything in their path.
The camera caught it all—David twisting midair, one arm missing entirely, crimson splattering from the wound. But even as the world watched, muscle and bone began to reform at terrifying speed, the limb regenerating within seconds.
Then, with a thunderous crack, David's feet struck the air itself, each kick creating a sonic boom. He propelled himself upward in bursts of explosive force, moving so fast it seemed like he was walking on air. The shockwaves rippled behind him as he darted through Klarion's barrage, weaving effortlessly between the chaos.
The world watched in stunned silence as David blurred forward, closing the distance between himself and Klarion in the blink of an eye. His movements tore through the air, too fast for sound to keep up. Drawing his fist back, the atmosphere itself seemed to bend around him—curse energy flooded his arm until it burst into visible light, crackling and distorting the space around it.
Then came the strike. The instant David's fist connected with Klarion, the boy's body erupted into a cloud of energy and shattered fragments, the sheer force of the blow vaporizing everything it touched. The air screamed as the punch shattered the sound barrier hundreds of times over, reaching Mach 500.
The world below wasn't spared. A deafening boom split the sky as the unleashed shockwave crashed into the earth, carving out a massive crater and flattening miles of terrain. Cities trembled thousands of miles away; windows shattered, oceans rippled, and even tectonic plates groaned beneath the impact.
Not even lightning striking the ground could compare to the power behind that single punch. Yujiro could stop an earthquake with his bare hands and move faster than Mach 70 without effort—but David? David had long since surpassed what was human, his power standing as a mockery of nature itself.
[David Biggest Fan] No way, is David trying to destroy the planet? The house shook!
[RamenGuy] This is impossible. How could a fist hold so much power? How many laws is that one punch breaking
[Cocoman] No one should have this much power… wait, the kid's body is reforming
The world stood in awe as Klarion's body—obliterated moments ago—pulled itself back together from scattered fragments of energy. Flesh, bone, and blood twisted unnaturally, reforming his small frame as if time itself rewound for him. Yet David showed no surprise; it was as if he had expected this all along.
Floating backward, he kicked against the air, maintaining altitude while watching Klarion reconstitute. Then, without a word, the battle resumed.
The two clashed again in the heavens, their strikes shattering the sound barrier with every collision. Shockwaves rippled through the clouds, splitting the sky apart like torn fabric. Each exchange was faster than sight—Klarion unleashing chaotic bursts of crimson power while David weaved through them, countering with crushing blows that sent the boy tumbling through the atmosphere.
David's body was torn apart more than once, blood scattering through the air only to vanish as wounds sealed instantly. Klarion suffered far worse—his form shattered, dissolved, and reformed again and again, as if death itself refused to claim him.