Mature's playful emerald eyes locked onto the two "background decoration" royal guards from the Iron Fist Team like a viper eyeing prey.
"Mr. Yagami said the trash should be cleaned up by us secretaries."
She flashed those two pale-faced royal guards a "kindly" cruel smile.
"So, gentlemen... would you prefer to walk off this stage with your dignity intact?"
"Or... shall I help you find some?"
Those two "palace masters" who'd been so arrogant in the preliminaries—facing Mature's killing intent, as tangible as a blade—went weak in the knees, unable to even form words!
They sensed something in this woman—a darkness identical to their master An'un's, equally pure and primordial.
After thirty seconds of "friendly" eye contact, both guards wisely chose to forfeit.
They slunk off the stage, leaving the arena to the true protagonists.
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"Hmph. Useless trash."
An'un watched his two subordinates surrender without a fight and let out a contemptuous snort.
He walked slowly to the center of the ring.
Those shadowed, arrogant eyes passed over Mature and Vice—who had completed their "cleanup" mission—and locked onto the red-haired man leaning in a shadowy corner with his eyes closed.
"Iori... Yagami."
He pronounced each syllable of that equally legendary name.
"Finally, it's our turn."
"Let me personally... crush this so-called legend."
"Shut up, scum."
Iori didn't even open his eyes.
His voice dripped with annoyance, as if swatting away a fly.
"In front of me, your precious 'royal status' isn't worth a pile of shit."
"So put away that nauseating noble act of yours."
Iori slowly opened those blood-red eyes, blazing with madness and murderous hunger!
"Ready to face your death?"
BOOM!!!
The instant he finished speaking!
A violent, bloodthirsty purple flame—pure concentrated destruction—erupted from his body like an awakening primordial beast!
"Interesting! How interesting!"
An'un watched that insane, icy killing power and let a savage, excited grin split his face!
"Good! Good! Good! Then let me show you what true imperial wrath looks like!"
BOOM!!!
A wave of dark-gold fighting spirit—violent, saturated with "kingly aura" and "ominous" energy—surged from An'un!
Two forces—both at Absolute Domain 60%—collided at the ring's center in the most primal confrontation!
In that instant, the Yata Mirror Barrier rippled like disturbed water!
Countless spectators felt invisible hands crushing their hearts!
They knew—this battle had no room for "technique."
This was nothing but a bloody, brutal death match!
"Match—BEGIN!"
The referee's voice had barely faded!
"Wind God Fist!"
An'un struck first!
His style was pure domination and brutality!
His silhouette became a dark-gold bolt of lightning, appearing before Iori instantly!
An uppercut wrapped in "kingly aura" rocketed toward Iori's jaw like a cannon shell!
Powerful enough to punch through an armored vehicle.
But Iori neither dodged nor blocked!
He even smiled—a mocking, insane grin!
"Oniyaki!"
He met force with force! Traded blow for blow!
An equally violent purple rising fist wreathed in destruction surged upward to meet the attack!
KABOOM!!!
Dark-gold "Wind God" and purple "Demon Flame" clashed on stage in a bloody brawl!
Both abandoned all defense! They used the most direct, most brutal methods—fists, knees, elbows... turning every body part into lethal weapons, hammering each other's vitals!
"Naraku Otoshi!"
"Dokugami!"
"Fracture Kick!"
"Koto Moon!"
Blood splattered like free ketchup across the arena!
The crack of shattering bones and their mad, excited howls filled the air continuously!
The scene was so gory that countless spectators squeezed their eyes shut!
They were like two demons crawled straight from hell!
"NOT ENOUGH! NOT ENOUGH! STILL NOT ENOUGH!"
Iori attacked frenziedly while laughing maniacally!
He felt his battle-blood finally, completely ignite!
"Your evil is too weak! Too fake!"
"Like a pathetic waste hiding in the cradle of royal power, showing off!"
"YOU'RE DEAD!!!"
Iori's contemptuous words drove An'un into absolute fury!
What he hated most was people bringing up his status!
"Then let me show you what true hell looks like!"
He roared, pushing his "kingly aura" to the absolute limit!
[Absolute Domain 69%] erupted at full power!
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