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BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

BOOOOM!

The pagoda trembled with each clash. Dust and debris rained from the ceiling, floorboards splintering beneath the sheer force of the battle.

Hisame stood frozen, heart hammering in her chest as she watched Asher fight like a war god, an unstoppable storm made flesh.

He already defeated two generals, and now he was already facing another—Shuten in his berserk form.

The Oni's body swelled and throbbed, muscles straining against his darkening crimson skin.

His single horn—already imposing—elongated further, cracks of molten red running along its length as if it had been pulled straight from a blacksmith's forge.

Heat rolled off him in suffocating waves, the very air bending and distorting around him.

HISSSSSSSSSSS!

Every breath he exhaled released a hiss of steam, the sound like a furnace roaring to life.

Then he moved.

The heat radiating from his body detonated in small, explosive bursts with every step, propelling him forward faster than the eye could track.

His strikes were so fast that his arms became a blur, creating the illusion of multiple fist attacking at once.

SWOOOSH! SWOOOSH! SWOOOSH!

The friction of his movements also ignited the air, turning it into a long distance weapon.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Compressed airwaves, sharp as blades, exploded outward with every swing, hammering like invisible warheads.

The shockwaves alone were enough to pulverize walls, sending shuddering tremors through the already fragile structure.

Asher weaved through the incoming attack. He wasn't just dodging—he was watching.

The bursts of heat, the timing , the way the yokai recoiled slightly before surging forward again.

There was a rhythm to its chaos, a pattern buried beneath the destruction.

A blast of heat licked at his cheek as he slipped under a devastating punch, feeling the scorch of air rushing past.

It was close. Too close. But now he knew.

He could take the punch head-on.

This time, he would fight with nothing but the overwhelming, unbreakable body of a dragon.

"ARGGGG!" The Oni roared, fury burning in his eyes as he wound back for a powerful force punch.

Asher moved.

A single step forward.

Then—BOOM.

His fist met Shuten's.

The impact shattered the floor beneath them, spiderweb cracks racing through wood and stone. A deep tremor followed, the force building—then, all at once, the whole floor gave.

Shuten was launched backward, his massive frame crashing into the rubble on the lower floors.

Dust and debris rained down, swallowing him in the aftermath.

"N.. No way.." Hisame watched in total shock.

Shuten possessed the strongest physical body among the generals, but he was sent flying just like that.

That made no sense.

She heard Asher was a mage, a spellcaster who relied on magic, barriers, and techniques far removed from brute force.

But the man in front of her wasn't fighting like a mage. He was fighting like a warrior.

And not just any warrior.

A monster of one.

He wasn't just holding his own against Shuten. He was dominating.

Lucy, noticing her expression, giggled. "You underestimate my husband too much. What you know about him is just the tip of the iceberg. Right now, I don't think anyone in this world can beat him."

Hisame's eyes widened as she turned to Lucy, disbelief flickering across her face. "Are you saying that he's the strongest?"

"That's right, my husband is the strongest," Lucy replied proudly.

If she heard Lucy say this before watching him fight, she might have laughed it off as a joke.

But now?

She couldn't find any reason to argue.

"VERY GOOD!" Shuten laughed.

A wild, bloodthirsty grin stretched across his face as he stood up, eyes turning more savaged.

He cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders as his power surged again. But this time, he wasn't fighting alone

The slit-mouthed woman stepped forward.

She raised her hands, her elongated fingers clicking together with a metallic snap.

The air rippled, distorting like a shattered mirror, and in the next instant....

The world twisted.

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Countless massive, scissor-shaped serpents slithered through the space, their gleaming blades snapping hungrily at Asher.

At the same time, Shuten also activated his domain.

The world twisted again, morphing into a nightmarish fusion of a swamp and countless razor-sharp scissors.

But this time, the air was hotter. The swamp boiled, sending waves of heat rippling through the distorted space.

It was a combined domain—stronger, more refined—because instead of clashing, the forces within it were working together.

"This not good," Hisame muttered, biting her lips.

A combined domain was dangerous—it didn't just merge abilities, it amplified them, elevating each other's power to terrifying levels.

This was exactly why demons avoided direct conflict with the yokai.

In an all-out war, powerful yokais could combine all their domains at once, creating a scene out of hell.

"I'll cast my domain too," she suggested, but Asher raised a hand to stop her.

He wanted to see for himself. To test his limits, and enjoy this fight.

His dragon blood boiled, demanding victory in the most dominant way possible. The urge was too strong, intoxicating—impossible to ignore.

Even Pantheom remained quiet. It understood—this battle would push Asher further, forcing him to grow and awaken more of his dragon bloodline.

SWOOOOSH!

Shuten moved again. Faster and stronger this time around.

His punches shattered the sound barrier, warping the very fabric of space around them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Asher twisted, dodging by inches, his body weaving between the deadly scissor-serpents while exchanging blows with Shuten.

'Something is coming,' he muttered to himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement—those annoying serpents, slithering toward him.

A single strike from him sent them recoiling, their bodies shattering into fragments upon impact.

But before he could take a breather, the other general was already on him.

A devastating punch slammed into his chest, sending him rocketing backward. His feet tore through the swamp, carving deep trenches for hundreds of meters before he finally came to a stop.

'I felt that,'

If not for the domain containing them, half the city would have already been reduced to rubble.