This was not just a fight. This was a war between absolute destruction and absolute survival.
A massive shockwave rippled through the sky as Zenmu descended. His presence alone shattered the ground, sending tremors across the battlefield.
Ryuketsu stood there, calm, fearless, waiting.
Zenmu narrowed his eyes. "I should’ve erased you long ago."
Without another word, Zenmu attacked.
- With a single flick of his fingers, Zenmu sent an invisible force crashing into Ryuketsu.
- Ryuketsu flew backward, smashing through multiple mountains.
- Before Ryuketsu could recover, Zenmu appeared behind him—a single palm strike to his chest sent Ryuketsu’s body spiraling through the air.
For the first time in centuries, Ryuketsu felt something he hadn’t in a long time.
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Pain.
Zenmu wasn’t just strong. He was unstoppable.
Ryuketsu wiped the blood from his mouth, laughing softly.
"Heh… I’m disappointed with you, Zenmu."
Zenmu frowned. "What?"
In that instant, chains of pure darkness erupted from the ground, wrapping around Zenmu’s limbs, neck, and chest.
The trap was set.
Before Zenmu could react, Ryuketsu raised his hand, forming a black circle filled with cursed symbols around Zenmu. The air trembled.
"You’re at this level?" Ryuketsu scoffed, tightening the chains.
Zenmu struggled, his energy flaring—but something was wrong. His movements were sluggish.
Ryuketsu had sealed a portion of Zenmu’s power.
With a grin, Ryuketsu snapped his fingers.
The battlefield collapsed into darkness, swallowing Zenmu whole.
Ryuketsu stood alone in the ruins, smirking.
Zenmu had been captured.
"You thought you were the strongest? You thought you were untouchable? Now… you belong to me."
As the sky grew darker, Ryuketsu’s shadow stretched across the land.
Zenmu, the one who could have erased him in an instant… was now at his mercy.