The empty city of Pyongyang had become nothing more than a smoking scar on the planet. Craters overlapped craters. Skyscrapers leaned like broken teeth. The streets were gone—replaced by glowing rivers of molten rock and swirling dust storms that never settled. Every breath of wind carried the smell of burned metal and ozone.
Goku stood at the heart of the destruction in his Super Saiyan God form. The deep red aura around him burned steady and calm, like a slow heartbeat made of fire. His black gi fluttered gently, untouched by the chaos he created. Every time he shifted his weight, the ground cracked wider beneath his bare feet, sending fresh tremors rolling outward for hundreds of miles.
Across from him, Sung Jinwoo floated a short distance away. Black-purple energy coiled around his body like living armor woven from midnight. His red eyes glowed brighter than before, sharp and unblinking. Blood trickled from a cut on his cheek, but he ignored it. Pain was nothing new to him.
They stared at each other for one long second.
Then Goku moved.
He shot forward like a crimson comet. His fist flew straight toward Jinwoo's jaw—clean, fast, no wasted motion. Jinwoo flowed to the side, shadow bending like liquid silk. In the same breath he countered, his own fist wrapped in dark energy slamming into Goku's cheek. Skin split. A thin line of blood appeared.
Goku's grin widened. "Good one."
He dropped low and swept his leg in a wide arc. Jinwoo leaped over it effortlessly, summoning two shadow daggers in mid-air. He hurled them both with pinpoint accuracy. Goku's hands snapped up—catching one dagger in each palm. He crushed them instantly. Black smoke curled between his fingers as he charged again, so fast the air itself screamed in protest.
They met in the center of the giant crater and turned the fight into a storm of motion.
Punch met block. Kick met dodge. Elbow met counter. Every collision sent out shockwaves that shattered what little remained of the city. Glass from broken towers rained down like deadly snowflakes. Concrete exploded into fine powder that hung thick in the air. The ground beneath them kept sinking—deeper and deeper—until the pit they fought in was hundreds of meters across and still growing.
Jinwoo spoke between strikes, voice calm despite the speed. "You fight… like you enjoy pain."
Goku laughed right in the middle of a punch. "Fighting strong people… is the best feeling in the world!"
Jinwoo vanished into shadow once more. He reappeared high above the crater, arms spread wide. "Arise—full legion!"
The darkness obeyed.
Millions of shadow soldiers erupted from every crack, every shadow, every dark corner of the ruined city. Knights clad in black armor. Towering insects with glowing purple eyes. Winged beasts that blotted out the moon. Massive dragons made entirely of writhing night, flames of pure darkness roaring from their jaws. An endless ocean of red eyes locked onto Goku. They surged forward as one unstoppable tide.
Goku planted his feet. His red aura flared brighter. "Okay… let's do this!"
He pushed his power higher. The red deepened until it was almost black at the edges. His hair spiked taller, wilder. Divine red lightning cracked through the aura—not normal electricity, but something ancient and holy.
Full Powered Super Saiyan God.
A pillar of crimson ki shot straight up into the sky, piercing the clouds and lighting up the night like a second sun. People in distant countries—Japan, China, Russia—stopped and stared at the glowing red beam visible even from thousands of miles away. Phones captured shaky videos. News channels broke into live broadcasts. The world watched in stunned silence as a single warrior's power turned night into day.
Goku released the energy in a controlled burst.
The wave of divine ki swept outward.
Shadows screamed.
Hundreds—then thousands—then tens of thousands—of Jinwoo's soldiers simply vanished. Erased. Not defeated. Not scattered. Gone. As if they had never existed.
Jinwoo's eyes widened. He raised a hand instantly. "Cancel summons!"
The remaining legion dissolved before they could reach Goku. Millions of red eyes blinked out like dying stars.
"How…?" Jinwoo whispered. "My summons were erased? Just like that?"
He clenched his fists. Thoughts raced through his mind.
This guy is becoming a serious threat. Do I really have to go all out? Do I have a choice?
Before he could finish the thought, Goku appeared behind him in a flash of red light.
A fist crashed deep into Jinwoo's gut.
The impact was deafening. Air exploded outward in a visible ring. Jinwoo's body folded around the punch, eyes bulging. The sheer force launched him upward like a rocket, tearing through the atmosphere in seconds.
Jinwoo twisted mid-flight. He stepped on empty air—using his shadow control to regain balance. Blood dripped from his mouth, but his eyes turned deadly serious. "I'm going to end you."
Goku floated up after him, calm and smiling. "Now you don't need to worry about destroying your world. Just worry about staying alive."
Jinwoo healed in an instant—shadow energy knitting torn muscles, sealing cuts, restoring breath. He clenched both fists so hard black sparks flew from his knuckles.
Goku didn't wait.
He cupped his hands. "Ka… me… ha… me… HA!"
The Kamehameha erupted—massive, blinding blue-white, wrapped in red divine ki. It was bigger than mountains. The beam tore through space itself.
Jinwoo dodged at the last possible second. The wave roared past him and kept going.
Three distant planets—unseen, lifeless rocks in the outer system—exploded into dust and light. Silent fireworks in the void.
Jinwoo didn't hesitate. He closed the distance in a blink. They collided again.
Fists. Elbows. Knees. Kicks.
Space itself trembled. Vibrated. Rippled like water struck by stones.
Goku blocked a spinning kick from Jinwoo and countered with a straight punch to the face. Jinwoo's head snapped back. Blood sprayed in zero gravity—floating red droplets that caught the starlight.
Jinwoo recovered instantly. He drove a powerful uppercut into Goku's chin. The Saiyan's head rocked back. Teeth clicked together. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
Jinwoo breathed hard. "This fight… is going nowhere."
He summoned his three strongest shadows once more.
Beru. Igris. Bellion.
They appeared around him in flashes of black mist—wings spread, swords drawn, claws ready.
"This ends now," Jinwoo said. "You three—be careful of his erasure technique. Don't let him touch you directly."
Before they could respond, Goku moved.
He appeared in front of Jinwoo faster than thought.
One punch—clean, precise, devastating.
It slammed into Jinwoo's chest with the force of a collapsing star.
Jinwoo hurtled backward. He crashed through the void at impossible speed—straight toward Earth's moon.
The impact was cataclysmic.
Jinwoo struck the lunar surface like a meteor. The moon shuddered. Cracks raced outward from the point of collision—deep, glowing fissures. Then the entire satellite split.
Three massive pieces broke apart slowly. Huge chunks drifted away into space, trailing dust and debris. The night side of Earth suddenly grew brighter—reflected moonlight now came from three jagged fragments instead of one smooth sphere.
Jinwoo pushed himself up from the glowing crater on the largest piece. His coat was shredded. Blood ran from his nose, mouth, ears. But his red eyes still burned with unbreakable will.
Beru, Igris, and Bellion appeared beside him—battered but reforming.
Goku floated a short distance away, arms crossed, red aura calm.
"You broke the moon," Goku said simply. "That's new."
Jinwoo wiped blood from his chin. "You haven't seen anything yet."
He raised one hand. Shadow energy surged—darker, thicker, hungrier than before.
"Domain of the Dead… maximum output."
The void around them darkened. Stars dimmed. The three broken pieces of the moon began to drift closer again—pulled by Jinwoo's will. Shadows poured from every crack, every shadow, every dark spot in space.
Goku's grin returned—wide, excited, almost boyish.
"Alright," he said softly. "No more holding back."
His red aura exploded outward once more. The divine ki turned blue at the edges. His hair shifted—longer, brighter, pure blue. Eyes glowed blue. Lightning—pure white—danced across his body.
Super Saiyan Blue.
The two kings—one of Saiyans, one of shadows—faced each other in the broken silence of space.
Neither spoke again.
They simply moved.
And the universe held its breath as the true battle began.