True Dragon vs True Giant(1)

I narrowed my eyes as one of Ashura's three heads turned in our direction—its blue iris locking onto me, the jaw curling upward in a feral grin. The pressure of his gaze alone felt like gravity had tripled.

"Zalario tell all your fellow angels to step behind me."

Zalario glanced at me, his sharp eyes reading my intent before I even spoke. Without hesitation, he turned to the other angels—Feldway, Dino, and the rest.

"Everyone," he commanded, his tone absolute, "step behind Velsun."

They looked confused, even hesitant—especially Feldway. The leader of the Primordial Angels had never taken orders so suddenly, but something in Zalario's voice told him this was not a moment to question. One by one, they moved behind me.

I raised my right hand slowly into the sky, my index finger pointed toward the heavens. A smirk formed on my lips.

"Time to clean house."

I concentrated.

Above my finger, light condensed—no, not just light—nuclear fire, divine and absolute. A miniature sun, glowing with radiant, destructive brilliance, began to form. Its heat didn't just scorch the air—it warped reality, burning away even magicules around it.

It wasn't large—only the size of a boulder—but that was all it needed to be.

Because we all knew what a sun, even at this size, could do to a battlefield full of monsters.

Behind me, I could feel their awe.

Even Feldway—the prideful leader—stood in stunned silence, eyes wide.

Zalario, though, just smiled faintly.

He knew.

He'd seen it before.

"Burn," I muttered—and then I launched it.

The miniature sun flew through the sky like a divine spear, its trajectory aimed perfectly into the heart of the giant army. The moment it made contact, a blinding explosion burst forth—brighter than daylight, hotter than the core of a volcano, and utterly merciless.

Even from here, the shockwave blew back our clothes and hair.

When the light cleared, what remained was a charred wasteland.

From an army of countless towering giants… only around twenty thousand remained.

And they were shaken.

"Holy hell…" Dino muttered."Was that... a sun?

"A real sun!?" One angel gasped.

"He's a monster…" Feldway whispered barely audible.

I lowered my hand, letting out a slow breath. My voice was calm.

I crossed my arms, my expression hard and solemn as my eyes swept over the charred battlefield. Smoke and divine heat still lingered in the air like a veil, and the remaining giants—though still towering and mighty—were visibly shaken. Their numbers had been cut to a fraction, and the sheer aura I was radiating had them rooted in place.

But amidst the trembling, amongst the stunned silence, one stood unfazed.

Ashura, the Giant King.

Three heads. Three wills.

The left face twisted in fury, veins bulging, teeth grinding in rage.

The right head was roaring profanities in an ancient tongue, its eyes glowing with wrath.

But the middle face—Draguel, the future Demon Lord, the one who will stand on par with Veldora himself—was grinning.

A wide, unhinged grin, eyes filled with madness and battlelust.

"That sun… was beautiful," The middle head said in a voice that echoed across the battlefield. "Finally… finally, something interesting! It's been ages since I felt this alive!"

He stepped forward, each of his massive feet cracking the ground beneath him.

Zalario landed beside me, his divine aura flaring as he extended his hand, summoning his blade of spatial light. "He's smiling… he's serious now."

I didn't respond right away. My arms still folded, I stared directly at Ashura's central face.

"…He's insane," I muttered. "But I'm not surprised."

Ashura always craved war when he was whole. No wonder Veldanava had to split him

Ashura let out a bellowing, triple-voiced laugh. "You strong warrior I recognize your strength let's see if you can entertain me as well as your sun did!"

Zalario glanced at me. "Shall we go together, or do you want to take the first dance?"

I smiled calmly, the heat of battle now replacing the earlier solemnity. My eyes burned with anticipation.

"Zalario," I said with quiet confidence, "take the other angels. Handle the remaining twenty thousand giants."

Zalario's expression shifted into a look of proud understanding. He gave a firm nod. "Understood, my friend. We'll clear the field for you."

He turned and, with a single flare of his wings, flew toward the other angels. "Angels of the Cardinal Heavens, with me! Leave the Giant King to Lord Velsun—our duty is to purge the rest!"

In unison, six wings of divine light spread out, and the sky glowed with holy radiance as the Primordial Angels surged into battle. Their formations tightened, magic circles lit the air, and spells of judgment rained down like divine meteors.

Meanwhile, I stood alone.

Facing Ashura, the Mad Giant King.

His colossal figure dwarfed the battlefield, the earth cracking beneath his massive form. His three heads watched me—left fuming, right screaming curses, and middle one… still smiling like a beast finally set loose.

"You dare to face me alone?" he rumbled, his voice like a thousand mountains colliding. "Foolish… but thrilling. YES! Give me a fight worth remembering!"

I lifted my hand, magicules spiraling around me, shaking space itself. My true dragon haki clashing with his aura clashing in the air like invisible blades.

"I'm not doing this to prove anything," I said, stepping forward as the wind cracked around my feet. "I'm doing this… because it's been a while since I truly had fun."

I shot forward like a thunderbolt, fist cocked back, aimed directly at the grinning middle face of Ashura—the one called Draguel. My punch tore through the air, wrapped in golden divine aura and compressed cursed force, the shockwave alone cracking the ground for miles.

But—

CLANG!

A massive, stone-like palm caught my fist.

The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling outward like a sonic boom. Earth split. Mountains in the distance trembled. Even the angels mid-battle paused for a moment, glancing back in awe.

Ashura's middle face grinned wider, teeth like obsidian daggers. "Good hit, but you'll need more than that to break a king."

"Tch—" I muttered. "Figures."

His right face let out a bellowing laugh, and suddenly he twisted, swinging his massive arm like a battering ram. I quickly pulled back, flipping into the air as his strike demolished everything in its path.

Chunks of terrain shot into the sky. Craters formed like meteors had landed.

Midair, I calmed my breath and narrowed my eyes.

As I hovered mid-air, tension thick in the sky, Mimir's voice echoed in my mind, cool and sharp like a blade through mist.

"Lad, don't go trading brute force with him head-on. That middle face—Draguel—is the battle maniac. He'll overwhelm you if you just keep punching."

"Tch. I figured as much," I muttered under my breath.

"Listen well. His three faces aren't just for show. Right face is wrath—strongest in raw power. Left face is wisdom—he'll predict your attacks if you're not careful. But the middle… that's his true self. That's Draguel. He's chaos—pure instinct and thirst for battle."

I grit my teeth as I watched the colossal figure before me. Ashura's right face roared, hurling a boulder the size of a fortress straight at me.

"Dodge left. Then create a feint with your flame spear and go for the left rib under the middle chest. That's where his soul barrier is weakest," Mimir advised swiftly.

"Got it."

I vanished midair using Body Flicker, reappearing to the left as the boulder shattered behind me, and in one motion formed a blazing crimson spear in my palm. The heat bent the very air around it.

With a flick, I hurled it toward Ashura's right arm—but it was a trick.

The second he raised his hand to block it, I teleported behind and slammed my open palm into his side with a focused burst of cursed divine energy.

BOOOOM!

A deep shockwave rippled across his side—his body cracked, staggered for just a split second.

"That's it lad! You got in clean!"

Ashura's left face growled, and instantly countered by opening a magic circle around his waist.

A torrent of wind blades came rushing out like a hurricane. I quickly crossed my arms and raised a barrier, but still got pushed back a few meters through the sky.

"He's adapting too fast…" I muttered, sparks flickering around my form.

Mimir replied, voice now more serious:"If you want to take him down… you'll have to bring out that. You know what I mean."

"...Yeah. I was hoping to save it. But maybe he's worth it."

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