Kyo Kusanagi, Terry Bogard, Ryo Sakazaki—these three "strongest mortals" who had just been dominating the arena, seemingly unstoppable...
They couldn't even survive a single move!
Before Goenitz's unreasonable divine power, they were swatted away like flies, crashing heavily to the ground with severe injuries.
The arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone's hearts held nothing but endless despair.
Is it over?
Are humans really... this powerless?
At that moment, a cold and resolute female voice rang out like thunder splitting the night!
"Not yet!"
A white figure—radiating an aura of sanctity and nobility—leaped down from the VIP platform like a true saintess sent to save the world. She landed in front of all the fallen fighters.
It was Chizuru Kagura!
An aura more vast and overwhelming than Kyo's—even more powerful than Iori Yagami's—erupted from her petite form like an awakening galaxy. It carried the authority of the divine and the intent to purify all evil.
Absolute Domain 80%!!!
"Wh-what?!"
"This woman... she's... she's this strong?!"
In the spectator seats, every fighter who could still maintain consciousness stared at the girl radiating divine power like a true goddess. They were completely stupefied.
This stunning beauty they had dismissed as a "flower vase" and "sugar mama" all along—she was actually...
The real hidden boss!
On the arena stage, Goenitz observed the girl who had suddenly exploded with power strong enough to give even him pause. A hint of seriousness finally appeared in those golden eyes.
"Oh? The Miko of Yata?"
"It seems you've grown quite a bit since your sister was attacked last time."
"But..."
That cruel smile of false compassion spread across his face once more.
"Still not enough."
"That's not for you to decide!"
Chizuru's voice rang out sharp and clear as her hands formed an incredibly complex seal brimming with ancient, mystical power before her chest.
"Let me show you the true power my Kagura clan has protected for a thousand years!"
"Style 212: Shingo no Norito!"
"Style 108: Tamayura no Shirabeoto!!"
She had perfectly fused the Kagura clan's sealing arts with their illusion techniques!
Her figure instantly split into dozens of afterimages, impossible to distinguish real from fake, surrounding Goenitz completely like a web from heaven and earth.
"Interesting! How very interesting!"
Goenitz didn't panic—he was delighted, breaking into wild laughter.
He engaged the hundreds of afterimages in a dazzling, ultra-high-speed battle across the small arena.
...
However, even though Chizuru Kagura had reached an inconceivable level of power—
There remained an insurmountable gap between her and Goenitz.
After a full five minutes of dazzling combat between "gods"...
Chizuru finally ran low on divine power. Goenitz seized upon an opening.
A hand-blade wrapped in black tempest slashed viciously across her shoulder.
Pfft—!
She let out a pained cry and fell from midair like a butterfly with broken wings, her beautiful face drained of color.
"It's over."
Goenitz walked to where she lay, looking down at her with cold, emotionless eyes.
"Today is the day your Three Sacred Treasure clans vanish from this world forever."
He slowly raised his hand, ready to deliver the final judgment to this last guardian...
"Oh, speaking of the Three Sacred Treasures..."
As if remembering something, he turned to address the "secretary of Orochi" who had been standing in the corner like nothing was happening this entire time.
"Vice. Go to the hospital."
"And take care of Iori Yagami... while you're at it."
"Yes, Lord Goenitz."
Vice bowed respectfully to him.
Then her figure flickered and vanished like a phantom.
...
Meanwhile, at a private hospital in the Tokyo suburbs.
In the VIP room.
Iori Yagami lay quietly on the hospital bed.
His body was hooked up to various medical instruments that practically radiated "black-tech" energy.
Though he remained in a deep coma...
Inside his body, earthshaking, terrifying changes were taking place!
During his death match with An'un, he had consumed the demon's corrupted flesh and blood!
That energy—brimming with the purest essence of "evil"—was now frantically merging and colliding with his Yagami bloodline!
His power was growing at an unimaginable rate!
Just then—
Creak.
The door to his room was gently pushed open.
A stunning figure in a black office suit stepped inside, radiating an aura of cold danger.
It was Vice.
She looked at her "boss" lying helplessly on the bed, and a cruel smile of satisfaction spread across her frost-cold face.
She raised her right hand.
At her fingertip, a purple gleam condensed—sharp enough to pierce through steel with ease.
But just as she was about to strike the killing blow and permanently eliminate this nemesis who had plagued the "Orochi clan" for a thousand years—
A familiar figure blocked her path, equally cold but carrying a clear warning.
It was Mature!
"Sister?"
Vice stared at her partner—her sworn sister who was now looking at her with an utterly foreign, hostile gaze. Her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
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