**Tokyo – Grand International Stadium, Tournament Day – Late Afternoon**
The stadium lights burned brighter as the sun dipped low—golden rays bleeding into violet dusk. The crowd's roar had not dimmed; if anything, it grew hungrier after Izuko's brutal victory. Blood still stained the sand in dark patches. The air smelled of ozone, sweat, scorched stone, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Giant screens replayed the kill shot in slow motion—Izuko ripping Kash's head off—drawing gasps, cheers, uneasy laughter, and some horrified silence. The energy was feverish now—bloodlust mixed with awe, greed, and raw primal excitement.
In the VIP box high above the field—glass-fronted, soundproofed—President Blu sat rigid—arms folded so tightly his knuckles paled. His glowing blue eyes narrowed, trying to look careless, detached. Failing. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He had not expected death this early. Not so openly. Not in front of the world. Not when Astra was next.
Below—in the family section—Yuki sat frozen between Wano and Uraka (in human form). Her sunglasses had slipped slightly; the crimson eye beneath shimmered with unshed tears. She covered her ears with both hands—trying to block the announcer's voice, the crowd's cheers, the memory of Kash's body scattering like dust. Her breathing was shallow—chest rising and falling too fast.
Wano—voice low, trembling—leaned close.
"Yuki… breathe. It's over. That fight's done."
Yuki—whispering, voice cracking.
"But it's not… it's not over. They killed him. Right there. In front of everyone. And they're clapping…"
Uraka—fists clenched on her knees, pink hair falling over her face.
"They're monsters… all of them. The presidents, the fighters, the crowd. This isn't a tournament anymore. It's a slaughter show."
Yuki—tears slipping now—shook her head.
"Astra… if he has to fight someone like that… if they let killing happen…"
Wano—pulling Yuki's hands down gently, holding them tight.
"Hey… look at me. Astra is different. He's not like them. He's fighting for you—for us. He won't kill. He won't die. We won't let him."
Uraka—soft but fierce.
"I trained him. I know what he can do. He's fast. Smart. And he's got heart. That's more than any of these killers have."
Yuki—small nod, but tears kept falling.
"I just… want him safe. I can't watch him bleed like that. I can't lose him too."
**Up in the VIP Box – Presidents' Reactions**
John from London—leaning forward now, fingers steepled, smirk gone. His steel-gray eyes were cold—calculating loss ratios, sponsorship fallout, public backlash. He muttered to an aide.
"Killing on live broadcast… messy. Very messy. We'll need damage control."
Mairun from Colombo—fingers no longer drumming. Her terrifying calm had cracked—lips pressed into a thin line. She whispered to her own aide.
"This is escalation. If they allow death… the stakes just changed. We need to pull our fighters if it gets worse."
Dabura from Hong Kong—still serene, but his crossed arms tightened. A faint smile lingered—pride in Izuko's brutality. He murmured.
"Perfect. Let them fear us."
Lappa from Jakarta—smile finally gone. He leaned back, fingers tapping faster—nervous energy. He whispered.
"Damn it… Leopard was supposed to win easy. Now the crowd's turning. If he dies… my image takes a hit."
Triel from Rome—tea cup paused mid-sip. She set it down slowly—elegant, but eyes narrowed. Voice soft, icy.
"Amateurs. They've shown their hand too early. Death should be the finale… not the opening act."
Blu—whispering to himself, voice low and heavy.
"Astra… I never wanted this for you. I thought it would be sport. Not execution. If I'd known… I would've pulled you. I swear."
His fists clenched—golden aura flickering faintly, uncontrolled.
**Back to the Announcer**
The announcer—sweating now, voice cracking with excitement.
"So… the next fight will continue with Izuko!"
Everyone clapped—wild, hungry.
Yuki—covering her ears tighter, body shaking.
The announcer—smiling wide, trying to keep energy high.
"And his opponent… Leopard from Lappa's team!"
More cheers—louder, wilder.
The gate groaned open.
Leopard stepped out—cracking his neck slowly. Tall, broad, full of corded muscle beneath a simple black shirt and pants. His tail lashed once—thick, powerful. Cat-like mustache twitched as he exhaled. Flames licked along the edges—volcanic orange and red, curling like living smoke.
Camera zoomed in tight—his face filled the screens.
Mustache burning faintly. Eyes glowing ember-gold. Aura rippling—heat waves distorting the air around him.
The crowd gasped—then cheered louder.
Female voices in the stands—screaming.
"Leopard oppa!!"
"So hot!!"
"Look at those muscles!!"
Izuko—already in the center—narrowed his four eyes.
"You have the opposite power of my element."
Leopard rolled his eyes—dry, unimpressed.
"Kinda. I'm Volcano King as well… not just a yeti like you."
Izuko smirked—ice aura flaring colder.
"Alright… the fight will decide."
Dabura—up in the stands—gazed at Izuko, voice low but carrying.
"You have to win this, Izuko…"
Izuko—without looking back—replied coolly.
"No need to message me, Master. I am strong enough."
Lappa—leaning back—smiled lazily, chill as ever.
"Think whatever you want, idiot Dabura. Leopard isn't just a battle warlord like Izuko… just see what happens next."
The announcer climbed the central platform—held the mic dramatically.
"Alright! The fight finally begins!"
Leopard gazed at Izuko once—then moved.
Izuko blocked his first punch with all four arms—pushed him back hard.
Izuko—grinning.
"You don't have enough raw strength."
He leaped—slammed all four fists into the ground.
Ice exploded outward—freezing the arena floor in a jagged wave.
Leopard dodged—but his leg froze mid-step.
Before Izuko could continue—
Leopard inhaled deeply—chest expanding.
He exhaled.
The ground beneath him ignited—magma bursting up, burning away the ice in seconds.
Izuko started jumping back like a startled monkey.
"Too hot! Too hot! What the hell is it!?"
Leopard—calm, rolling his shoulders.
"That's what everybody calls magma. If you don't know about it… you don't know."
He removed his shirt—tossing it aside.
Muscles rippled—defined, powerful, veins glowing faintly orange like lava beneath skin.
The crowd roared—louder.
Female voices—screaming.
"Leopard oppa!! Shirtless!!"
"So sexy!!"
"Look at that body!!"
Leopard sprinted—left a trail of molten footprints.
Landed three kicks at once—diabolical speed.
**Boom! Boom! Booom!**
Diabolical Kick connected—Izuko bled, slammed down hard.
Leopard stomped—ground shook.
Magma spikes erupted—jagged, glowing, red-hot.
At the same time—Izuko slammed his leg down.
Ice spikes erupted—sharp, blue-white.
The spikes from each side collided—pushing, grinding, hissing.
Smoke billowed—steam and ash mixing.
The crowd watched—breathless, eyes wide.
Lappa—smiling wider.
Camera panned—Leopard wasn't struggling. Izuko was using full force—sweat on his brow, aura straining.
Uraka—watching through a small telescope—lowered it slowly.
"That's what I call a fight."
Wano—glancing at her.
"You can see without that thing."
Uraka—taking it off, smirking.
"Oh. Okay."
Yuki—uncomfortable, shifting in her seat.
"Astra… be okay after the fight?"
Wano—comforting, arm around her.
"Yuki… you don't need to worry. We're with him. He won't die."
Yuki—voice small, cracking.
"What if he does by any chance? Then what can I do? Can I forgive myself for it!?"
Uraka sighed—soft.
"He won't. He's smarter than that. He's got heart."
**Back to Battleground – Extended Clash**
Spikes shattered like crystals—ice and magma crumbling.
Leopard sprinted.
Izuko jumped.
Both clashed—punches meeting.
Magma effects—icy sparkles—exploded outward.
**Boom! Boom! Boooooom!**
Leopard and Izuko traded blows—barrage after barrage.
Ground shook—cracked—split.
Other presidents—including Blu—watched carefully.
Crowd—chanting, roaring.
"Woah! Wow!! Yesss!! The fight is amazing!!"
Leopard blocked Izuko's punch—down-slammed him into the ground.
Raised his hand.
Magma hands erupted—grabbed Izuko from both sides, squeezing tight.
Izuko breathed ice—magma arms refused to freeze.
He covered his four hands with ice—slammed the ground.
Icy wind blew—full force.
Leopard covered himself with arms.
Then raised one hand—shot a magma blow.
It struck Izuko—he crashed backward.
Leopard sprinted—left afterimages.
Izuko settled—shot ice blasts nonstop.
Leopard bent—swift kick to abdomen.
Izuko spilled blood—but before the attack ended—
Dual impact.
Leopard punched Izuko's face—blood sprayed.
Another punch—magma-coated—hit again.
Leopard smirked.
"Actually… this technique is kinda old for me. But for you… that's new and deadly."
Three more punches—then three magma-coated ones—somewhere else.
Izuko fell to his knees—eyes shaking from impacts.
Dabura—angrier now, trying to stay calm.
"Izuko… you have to win this… even if Leopard spares you, we won't. We will punish you in the worst way possible."
Izuko snapped open his eyes—dull, desperate.
"I can't… I can't lose it!"
He placed his hands on the ground—pushed himself forward with force.
Ice erupted behind him—he flash-stepped sideways at Leopard.
Leopard slammed his palm down—Izuko blocked—stomped Leopard.
Izuko froze him with his breath.
His aura rose—creating spikes inside Leopard's blood.
Leopard roared—shook the whole ground.
Unfroze.
Izuko—shocked.
"Impossible… I put maximum output in it! How can he unfreeze like that!?"
Leopard walked calmly—flexing muscles without effort.
Tail hit ground—crack.
Leopard—voice low.
"Time to settle this."
He rushed—walking like a real leopard—breathing flames, leaving magma trails.
Scratched Izuko's head, body—speed blurring.
Stomped—magma chunks flew.
Didn't give Izuko a chance—shot magma blasts.
Izuko snapped—broke them.
Backward—wiped blood from lips.
Smiling.
"Time to taste my Dimension."
Izuko stood still—did a hand sign like a cube.
"Pocket Dimension – Iceland."
Leopard gathered his hand—placed on palm—grabbed it—hand sign like a punch.
"Pocket Dimension – Magma World."
Barriers erupted.
Icy world—blizzard trying to devour Magma World.
Magma world—volcanoes, lava—fighting back.
Atmosphere shattered around them—cracks in reality.
Announcer—voice shaking with excitement.
"The dimensions clash is next level!!! This fight is far more entertaining than before!"
Both bleeding—maximum output.
Barriers slowly mixed—instead of clashing.
Both thrown backward—dimensional clash failed!
Dimensions broke—created small outer-space energy.
Black dark matter—glowing spirals.
Leopard—without wasting time—shot magma laser into it.
Combined—space energy + magma = silver magma orb.
Leopard floated—held it between palms.
"Tears of the dragon, Moonlight from darkness, Power of magma… The space cutter magma!!"
On his two fingers—red magma orb glowed with spirals.
Izuko—from ground—eyes widening.
"What are you trying to do?"
Leopard shot it upward—into the orb.
The orb hit—grew silver!
Blasted—silver magma spikes rained down—exploding nonstop.
Izuko created ice pillars—defended.
Invisible barriers around stadium protected audience.
Spikes reflected—fell on Izuko.
Izuko—ice storm—but storm collapsed.
Spike rain stopped—final explosion.
Leopard landed—pants torn, injured, breathing fire heavily.
Rushed—final punch.
Izuko held his hand—threw him away.
Leopard ragdolled—gritted teeth.
Izuko—holding arms together—aura rising.
"Now… this is time… for my final form!"
Izuko glowed—blasted.
Ice chunks everywhere.
Leopard—looking around.
"Where did he go!?"
Dabura smirked.
"Well Izuko… this is what I wanted from the start."
A critical punch hit Leopard.
He crashed through mountains beneath the stadium field.
Fell to knees—vomiting blood.
Izuko appeared—walking.
Now—silver hair flowing like liquid moonlight, blue eyes sharp and piercing, only two hands, pure human look—extremely hot, handsome, chiseled muscular body radiating cold charisma. Holding a golden staff—9 small glowing silver rings rotating around an ice core.
The female crowd screamed—wild.
"Izuko oppa!!"
"So handsome!!"
"Marry me!!"
Izuko—voice calm, attractive, deep.
"And that's my final form…"
Leopard—struggling to stand.
Izuko slammed his leg down.
Leopard screamed in pain!
Yuki—shaking.
"That's… that's totally unfair… He isn't fighting now… he's hurting him."
Lappa's confident smile faded.
Other presidents looked at him—silent judgment.
Leopard—unconscious.
Izuko removed his leg.
"Is that the end? Is that it?"
Crowd—mixed.
"He was really strong warrior… fu fu fu…"
"Look at Izuko, he is so hot…"
"Ahh Izuko-kun can we date!?"
"Leopard you aren't strong enough."
"All powers are just showcase, nothing worked on Izuko."
"Izuko marry me already\~!"
Crowd whispered—insulting Leopard, glazing at Izuko.
Female fans—screaming for him.
Camera returned.
Izuko—faint smile.
"You were a good warrior… Magma King Leopard. But you know? An animal can't win against the authority."
Dabura—smirking.
"Izuko… now kill that cat."
Izuko nodded.
"Yes, my Lord."
Announcer—ready to declare.
Blu sighed—heavy.
Yuki—whispering, heartbroken.
"You weren't fighting for wealth. You were fighting for pride and respect… and I can feel it. But even after that long fight… people are just glazing at Izuko, insulting you… you're being killed… why!?"
Izuko raised his staff—about to kill.
Suddenly—Leopard snapped open his eyes—struggling to stand.
Reached hands—combined them.
Faint smile escaped.
Izuko—shocked.
"You aren't done yet?"
Leopard—voice hoarse, determined.
"I was gone… but I only came. Not for wealth or rewards. I came back to prove myself worthy."
Leopard sighed—blood dripping.
"Since I promised my President Lappa… once he saved my life from danger and trained me… at least I can do this for him. To save his pride… my own pride… I will prove myself."
Everyone listened—no more jokes, no more insults.
A female Izuko glazer clutched her chest—whispered.
"Why does this hurt? Do I really care about his story? But…"
Izuko—smiling faintly.
"So you want to fight again?"
Leopard—nodding.
"Of course… I want to…"
Leopard did a hand sign.
Izuko did one with one hand.
"Pocket Dimension – Magma World (True Terror)"
"Pocket Dimension – Ice World of Doom"
Barriers erupted—far stronger than before.
Leopard—whispering.
"Let's see what you can do in the second dimensional clash…"
The arena trembled—two worlds colliding again.
And Yuki—watching—whispered.
"Please… let Astra never have to face something like this…"
The crowd held its breath.
The next fight was coming.
And the stadium waited—for blood, for glory, for Astra.