"Could this… really be his ultimate move?"
Ultron didn't even glance at Lauf, lying battered on the ground. His circuits screamed panic as he locked eyes on Ryuuto, who now radiated an overwhelming, godlike presence.
"Scared yet?" Ryuuto grinned, his eyes locking onto Ultron with an icy precision. Then, in a blur, he vanished like a phantom—the undisputed master of this battlefield.
"Die… die to me!" Ultron roared, firing dozens of energy beams at Ryuuto's last location. But instinct screamed at him—he could feel a deadly aura closing in, forcing him backward. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, the difference in speed was absurd. Ryuuto, fueled by life potions and Eight Inner Gates, was untouchable.
Before Ultron could even process it, Ryuuto was already behind him, like a ghost in motion. BANG!
A kick to Ultron's waist tore through metal and circuits, paralyzing his lower body instantly. And that was just the beginning.
Leaping above, Ryuuto unleashed a barrage of punches, his fists striking like machine guns. Sparks flew from every blow. Ultron's metallic surface was riddled with holes faster than his self-repair could keep up—parts warped, cracks running across his body, his "indestructible" form shredded.
"You… lunatic!" Ultron's voice was hoarse, his face half-crumpled, barely able to resist. He tried to sneer, still clinging to his pride.
"Boy! Kill me if you can! Hahaha! You can't—you can't touch me! Later, when you die, I'll double all my attacks!"
"Really? Perfect. Enjoy the process. Time to die!" Ryuuto shot back, relentless.
"Indestructible, you say? Well, lucky me—my new punching bag!"
Another strike, and Ultron's chest exploded open, gears and wires spilling. He looked miserable, broken, and completely at Ryuuto's mercy.
Vision, watching from afar, gawked in disbelief. This was a top-tier AI, reduced to scrap by one human. Tens of thousands of blows later, Ultron was a heap of twisted metal and shattered circuits.
Ryuuto's final kick sent Ultron hurtling from ten thousand meters in the sky, turning him into a metallic meteor that slammed into the ground. His glowing red eyes dimmed, energy bleeding out like a dying star.
"Huh… you're still alive? Fine, I'll give you more!"
Ryuuto chased the falling Ultron without hesitation, teleporting like he owned the battlefield. Every physical skill, every forbidden technique poured into the attack:
Leaf Hurricane!
Konoha Gale!
Leaf Great Whirlwind!
Shadow Dance Leaf!
Table Lotus!
Lilianhua!
BOOM!
The ground trembled, New York's citizens nearly feeling the shockwaves in their bones. Ultron's battered body pounded from sky to earth, leaving a massive crater and black smoke curling into the air—a testament to the battle's intensity.
The Jotunheim giants froze, paralyzed by fear, unwilling to rescue their fallen patriarch Lauf.
"Ah… now this is fun!" Ryuuto stretched casually. Even while pushing the Eight Inner Gates, the pain coursing through his body was nothing—adapted, controlled, irrelevant. No fear, no hesitation.
"Ultron, get up! Don't lie there like a dead dog." Ryuuto's aura flared godlike, the sheer presence of a warrior at his peak radiating across the battlefield.
Ultron could barely lift a finger, sparks spraying, circuits smoking, his regeneration crawling, almost broken beyond repair. The Jotunheim giants recoiled again and again, eyes wide with horror.
"Please… stop! Spare him!" they begged.
But Vision intervened, flying in, spreading his arms to block Ryuuto.
"Oh? And why should I?" Ryuuto frowned, eyes narrowing.
"Give me a proper reason," he added coldly, voice steady. "This guy hasn't just been trying to kill me—he's committed unforgivable acts. No mercy, no excuses."
The two locked eyes. Silence fell over the battlefield.