SWOOSH!

A devastating physical strike crashed squarely into Aji’s abdomen, hurling him backward through the air. He smashed through a dense cluster of towering trees, triggering a massive shockwave and a thunderous detonation.

BOOM!

Shura stood amidst the debris, his chest heaving with a mix of exertion and manic adrenaline. He rapidly replenished his depleted parameters by siphoning fresh dark magic from his core, fixing his eyes on the billow of smoke rising from where Aji had crashed.

Despite the brutal impact, Aji rose to his feet instantly, blurring forward at peak velocity. Every trace of physical trauma on his vessel had already vanished.

"Thunder Fist!"

Channelling high-density electrical parameters, Aji summoned jagged bolts of lightning from the upper atmosphere, riding the storm-front straight toward Shura. In response, Shura thrust both palms forward, unsealing a massive, multi-layered wall of dark magic to intercept the charge.

BOOM! CRACK!

The dark barrier shattered instantly. Aji’s lightning-infused fist slammed directly into Shura’s midnight-armored chest. The kinetic feedback hurled Shura backward across the terrain, carving a deep trench into the earth.

The destructive radius of Aji’s Thunder Fist was staggering, leveling everything within a wide arc. It was a high-tier martial art he had relentlessly refined since the age of twelve, pushing his parameters toward the century mark. At his current output, a single execution of the technique possessed enough kinetic energy to fracture a continent.

Skidding across the scorched earth, Shura struggled to arrest his momentum. Just as he managed to stabilize his footing, Aji materialized directly behind his blind spot.

With absolute precision, Aji drove his right gauntlet toward Shura’s spine.

"Second Form: Double Thunder Fist!"

THUD! SWOOSH!

The heavy kinetic blow connected cleanly with Shura’s back. Though Shura maintained a dense layer of defensive dark aura over his spine, the sheer parameter density of Aji’s strike breached his armor, driving the shockwave deep into his internal channels.

SHREEEEEEK!

Shura was launched forward like a human cannonball. The kinetic wake of his flight pulverized the terrain across a one-kilometer radius, reducing rock and soil to fine powder. His massive frame crashed violently into the side of a towering mountain.

BOOM!

The entire mountain collapsed inward, crumbling into millions of jagged rubble fragments.

Far across the dimension, two spectators watched the cataclysm unfold: Jonas and Marie.

Though they had once traded blows with Aji during their confrontation in the Mirror World, they recognized instantly that Aji had been holding back a fraction of his true depth during that encounter. Had Aji unsealed his maximum output against them, both Jonas and Marie would have been neutralized in a single breath.

Witnessing the sheer scale of the parameters colliding between Aji and Shura, Marie and Jonas felt a profound, chilling awe. They were watching two absolute legends—grandmasters who had pushed mortal limits far beyond normal physical boundaries, operating in a realm that would remain unmatched for centuries.

Amidst the rubble of the collapsed mountain, Shura’s physical vessel began to restore itself. Channeling his Blood Black parameters, he rapidly knit his fractured bones and torn flesh back together, leaping out of the debris with volatile dark aura blazing around his fists.

"I will not lose to you again, Bagas!" Shura roared.

Materializing a blade of pure dark magic, Shura charged. Aji mirrored his movement, summoning an incandescent blade of celestial light.

CLANG!

Weapon met weapon in a blinding shower of sparks. Their operational velocity defied visual perception, turning their engagement into a continuous string of ringing kinetic impacts.

Shura vaulted into the air, drawing his dark blade back for a high-yield vertical cleave. Atmospheric dark magic condensed along the steel as he drove the edge toward Aji’s skull. Aji executed a rapid, fluid sidestep, evading the descending blade by a fraction of an inch.

Decades of relentless combat and survival instincts had hardwired Aji’s physical vessel to react to lethal threats instinctively.

SWOOSH!

Shura’s dark blade sliced through empty air. The residual kinetic wave of his missed strike slammed into the earth below, triggering another cataclysmic explosion that shook the glass world's bedrock.

Seizing the micro-opening created by Shura’s missed swing, Aji pivoted on his heel, executing a high-speed rotational spin that accelerated faster than his own physical afterimage. Whirling his glowing blade to amplify his momentum, he lashed out with a vicious roundhouse kick aimed directly at Shura’s temple.

Recognizing the counter-attack, Shura twisted his upper body to the right, spinning away from the trajectory of Aji’s boot.

He anticipated the counter, Aji noted mentally. Shura’s parameter density had multiplied exponentially, fueled by the staggering volume of dark magic he had siphoned from his fallen army.

Stabilizing his posture mid-air, Aji swept his incandescent blade in a wide horizontal arc as Shura completed his rotational recovery.

Shura braced his right gauntlet, manifesting a dense dark shield to absorb the energy sweep.

CLANG!

Aji’s blade ground against the midnight barrier. Without pausing, Aji surged forward, thrusting the tip of his glowing sword directly toward the center of Shura’s defensive matrix.

CLANG!

The sharp point of Aji’s celestial blade met the concentrated dark aura. Pouring his absolute parameters into the thrust, Aji pressed the advantage.

CRACK! SPLINTER!

Shura’s dark barrier fractured. In swordsmanship, while sweeping strikes distributed kinetic force across a wide arc, piercing thrusts concentrated absolute destructive parameters onto a singular micro-point, making them vastly superior for breaching high-tier defenses.

"You can never defeat me, Bagas!" Shura screamed, his eyes blazing with madness. "I have assimilated all dark magic and the Blood Supreme! I am absolute!"

As the first layer shattered, Shura manifested multiple concentric layers of dark barriers, multiplying their density manifold. He refused to be humiliated by Bagas as he had been during their youth under Grandfather Mahesa.

The two forces ground against each other. Sensing Shura’s defenses hardening, Aji focused his total internal parameters and natural mana into the tip of his blade, channeling atmospheric energy through every pore of his vessel.

"HIIIIIIIAAAARGH!"

Aji drove his sword forward, the concentrated piercing point tearing through layer after layer of Shura’s dark barriers.

CRACK!

The multi-layered shield collapsed completely. Aji’s blade drove straight through Shura’s chest armor, plunging three centimeters into his flesh.

CHOP!

Shura gasped as acute pain lanced through his core. Recognizing the mortal danger of a sustained piercing strike, Shura detonated his absolute dark parameters, discharging a violent wave of corrupted aura from his physical vessel.

Aji leaped backward instantly, avoiding the expanding dark miasma. His incandescent blade dissolved into scattered mana embers as he disengaged.

Shura braced to invoke the full parameters of the Blood Supreme. The sheer energetic density radiating from the celestial artifact was staggering—the exact reason Grandfather Mahesa had spent his entire lifetime slowly purifying its volatile dark aura.

When a soul is entirely consumed by absolute darkness, the accumulated malice of generations mutates into a primordial demonic entity. A human consciousness consumed by that darkness loses all mortal memories, transforming into an abomination whose singular, unyielding mandate is total global annihilation.

Realizing Shura was initiating the final, complete integration of the Blood Supreme, Aji knew he had to interrupt the sequence.

Channelling natural mana into his palms, Aji manifested a colossal energy spear—an armament the size of a residential building, stretching into the upper atmosphere with a point lost in the clouds.

With a sweeping motion, Aji hurled the titanic spear of light directly toward Shura’s shrouded form.

SWOOSH!

The luminous spear pierced the midnight fog surrounding Shura, driving downward with cataclysmic momentum. Yet the moment the spearhead entered the densest layers of Shura’s dark aura, the massive energy construct dissolved into disintegrating light fragments, swallowed by the abyss.

ROAAAAAR!

A deafening roar erupted from the rolling black clouds. The midnight fog condensed rapidly, and from its depths, a massive orb of volatile black fire surged outward, streaking toward Aji. Following closely behind were dozens of secondary dark fireballs, locking their trajectories entirely onto his position.

Facing Shura’s heavy counter-offensive, Aji dissolved the remnants of his spear, raising his hands to manifest a long combat staff formed entirely from compressed natural mana. He braced himself to block the incoming barrage.