Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement, his grin stretching ear to ear. "Amazing! Truly a work of art!!" He looked like a mad scientist who had just discovered the perfect specimen. Where others saw only horror, Gojo saw something else entirely.
With his Six Eyes, he could peer deeper than anyone, beyond the terrifying, fallen angel-like figure Han Yan had become. He could see the faint, flickering strands of Yuan Power, evidence that Han Yan's true consciousness was still inside, struggling desperately against the devilish entity trying to consume him. Gojo was thrilled.
The arena shook as the devil roared, its wings stretching outwards as a deafening cry shattered glass across the stadium. Everything rattled, benches, lanterns, even the reinforced podiums. It was as if Hell itself had opened, and something unholy had been unleashed.
The devil's burning eyes fell on Luo Feng, who had scrambled to the edge of the arena, trembling and too terrified to even run. Luo Feng's legs gave out completely, and a dark stain spread across his robes. "No!! No, please!!" he wailed, tears streaming down his face as the devil raised one massive claw to rip him apart.
CLANG!!
An eruption of force split the space. The air twisted, writhing like shattered glass, and in a flash, a figure materialized in front of Luo Feng. It was Gojo. Luo Feng's eyes widened in shock, but before he could even sputter out a word, Gojo spoke casually without turning around, "Oi, fuck off."
Luo Feng, caught between relief and indignation, opened his mouth to argue, but Gojo's foot shot back like a blur, kicking Luo Feng into the crowd without even glancing his way. Silence crashed down over the arena. The top outer court disciples and even the honorary inner court disciples all froze. None dared challenge the devil on stage, overwhelmed by its suffocating devilish aura. None except Gojo.
Han Yan's devilish form turned its cold, lifeless eyes toward him. For a heartbeat, the two stared at each other, one a creature of destruction, the other a man laughing in its face.
ROARRR!
The devil lunged forward with blinding speed, its massive fist cocked back and swinging straight for Gojo's skull. The crowd gasped.
"What's wrong with him?!"
"Is he insane?! He's going to die!"
Gojo's arms were stretched wide, his eyes dazed and unfocused as if he were drunk or high. But in the next instant, his gaze snapped sharp, pupils tightening like pinpricks.
"Bring it on!" he roared, his grin widening as he rocketed forward, meeting the incoming fist with his own.
BOOM!!
The platform shattered beneath their feet, ripples of Yuan Power fracturing space itself. Shards of the void danced around them like splinters of broken mirrors. The audience held their breath.
Gojo skidded back, boots grinding against the ruined platform. His right fist was mangled, torn open by the devil's sheer strength and seeping with silver blood. But he barely blinked. His body pulsed, the Earthly Titan Rune on his chest flaring to life, flooding him with overwhelming regenerative force. Bones reformed, skin knitted itself back together, and within seconds, his fist was whole again.
"Let's do this!" Gojo laughed madly, throwing his arms open wide, head tilting back as a silvery-blue aura exploded from his body. The entire arena quaked as the pressure hit, a suffocating force that pressed down on everyone. Some in the crowd staggered, others gasped for breath, and even the Elders had to channel their own Yuan Power to counteract the crushing presence.
On the elevated podium, the First Elder turned sharply toward MeiYing. Seeing the pale tension on her face, his brows furrowed in concern before his eyes flicked back to Gojo, a glint of curiosity flashing.
BOOOOM!
The two figures clashed again. Shockwaves thundered out in every direction, sending chunks of stone flying. This time, Gojo emerged victorious, blasting the devil back across the arena. Without missing a beat, he followed, plunging into a brutal dance of fists, claws, elbows, and knees. The ground crumbled beneath them, and the air rippled with each blow.
"Chen Zhen is a monster!"
"How is he fighting a literal devil and winning?!"
The spectators were in awe. Yet none were more tense than Du Yun, who had already drawn his sword but hesitated to interfere. He knew Gojo wouldn't appreciate the help.
The arena transformed into a cratered battlefield. Gojo twisted past a claw swipe, planting a brutal double punch into the devil's ribs and jaw, then spinning into a vicious roundhouse kick that sent it flying.
Every blow Gojo delivered wasn't just physical, it was layered with potent Yuan Power, and worse, it fractured the space where it struck, ripping at the devil's body with spatial distortions.
Black blood hissed where it splattered across the ground. The devil screeched, wings flaring wide before it unleashed a massive, arching slash of black energy, tearing the earth apart as it shot toward Gojo.
The magnitude of the attack made even the strongest in the audience tense. Du Yun, the Barbarian King Ma Song, Ma Kui, Su Qingshi, Lu Changqing, and even Luo Ping, king of the inner core disciples, all of them rose to their feet, eyes fixed on the fight. Only Xiao Wusheng remained unfazed, still watching Gojo with that same bored, calculating gaze.
The core disciples and sect leaders stared in disbelief. MeiYing gripped the armrest of her seat, her knuckles white.
The dark slash struck. Gojo raised his defense, a lattice of shattered space humming in front of him. But for the first time, his defense buckled under the weight of the attack, the shield fracturing. The next instant, a deep gash ripped through his left side, silver blood spraying out as he staggered back.
For a heartbeat, his eyes went unfocused, but then, clarity. He laughed.
In the middle of the battlefield, bleeding and grinning, Gojo laughed aloud.
"This guy is a lunatic!"
"Did that attack scramble his brains?!"
"A madman! He's a complete madman!"
Gojo exhaled, forming a quick hand seal as he stabilized his Yuan Power, even with the devilish Qi interfering. "You wanna go?" he taunted, waving at the devil mockingly.
The devil roared, its wings flickering before slashing out another immense wave of destruction. But Gojo's Six Eyes lit up, breaking down the movement in real time. His hands flicked, Yuan Power gathering into the air. Reality churned, space cracked. Bells chimed, glass shattered in unseen worlds, and the air rippled with the collapse of other planes.
He brought his right hand down sharply, an arc of broken space splitting the stage like a cleaver.
BANG!!
The incoming slash was sliced apart. Darkness and shattered void collided, locked in a chaotic dance before nulling each other into oblivion.
The First Elder stared, pipe frozen in hand. "This... this boy..." Even the Sect Master and the Elders looked shaken. As top experts, they could easily see Gojo's cultivation realm, and yet, the sheer power he unleashed was beyond comprehension for someone at the early Earthly Yuan Realm.
"I don't even know what to say," murmured Feng Jianhong, the famously drunk core disciple, his eyes wide. Jian Wushuang, his silent counterpart, kept his eyes fixed on Gojo, expression unreadable but intense.
Gojo wasn't done.
His palms surged, Yuan Power flooding the space until it shimmered like a sea of glass, glimmering with multicolored light. The entire audience fell silent, unable to look away.
"What is that power?!"
"Is he... is he controlling space itself?!"
The experts understood instantly. Those who walked the Dao of Space were always the most unpredictable, the most untouchable. Facing them in combat was a nightmare.
Gojo condensed the shattered space into a sphere, compressing and refining it.
BANG!!
He launched it forward, tearing through the fabric of reality as if it were paper. The devil slashed at it wildly with its wings, but the orb ignored the attack, punching straight through its torso. A fountain of black blood erupted, the shockwave shaking the ground. Only the intervention of the Elders kept the destruction contained.
The devil's torso was ripped open, its head barely clinging to its body by shredded ligaments.
The crowd exhaled in relief. But Gojo didn't.
His Six Eyes saw it, regeneration. Slower than his own, but undeniably healing.
He clenched his fists, ignoring the blood dripping from his nose, the strain of manipulating so much Yuan Power. He prepared to finish it
When suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Don't kill the brat. Just hold him down for a moment. I have an idea..."
Gojo turned slightly, locking eyes with the First Elder, who gave a faint nod before looking away.
Gojo grinned. He turned his gaze toward MeiYing, who sat pale and trembling, watching him with wide eyes. He smiled gently and winked at her, the cocky grin never leaving his face.
Then, with a snap, his focus shifted back to the devil.
"Alright, ugly," he whispered under his breath. "Let's hold you down and see what the old man's cooking up."
A/N; Enjoy guys.