Terrifying waves of cold continued to surge from All For One's arm, spreading outward at a frenzied pace.
With his body as the center, everything within dozens of meters was instantly frozen.
The air crystallized.
The ground turned white.
Buildings, debris, and shattered ruins were swallowed by frost in seconds.
His arm kept expanding within the storm of cold, like a massive white tide, crushing everything in its path.
And Masata stood directly in its way.
Knowing that Masata could elementalize, All For One no longer expected to defeat him through brute force.
Punching him was pointless.
So instead, he chose the one thing that naturally countered magma.
Cold.
Absolute, annihilating cold.
He intended to freeze Masata completely—down to the last particle.
Clear, crystalline ice spread like living vines.
It wrapped around Masata's legs.
Then his waist.
Then climbed higher.
In only a blink, half his body was sealed.
"It's interesting."
Masata smiled lightly.
Facing the bitter cold.
Facing the creeping ice.
Facing the monstrous frozen arm closing in—
He finally moved.
"Scorching Hell!!!"
A low laugh escaped his lips.
Then—
Unimaginable heat erupted.
Golden magma exploded outward like a newborn sun.
It surged faster than the ice could spread.
The "indestructible" frost began melting instantly.
It turned into steam.
The steam vanished.
Nothing remained.
Not only that—
When the tidal wave of magma collided with All For One's fist, there was no stalemate.
No balance.
The magma devoured the ice.
It crushed forward.
It forced All For One backward step by step.
"How is this possible?! This temperature?!"
Even with [Ice] and [Temperature Absorption] pushed to their limits, All For One felt his skin burning.
White steam poured from his body.
His Quirks were approaching their limit.
Desperately, he fired compressed air cannons.
They blasted holes through the magma.
Again and again.
But it was useless.
The golden magma never stopped.
Like an ocean, it surrounded him completely.
A massive rotating magma sphere formed.
Every time it was damaged, more lava rushed in to repair it.
All For One was trapped.
Masata stood outside, arms extended, calmly controlling the inferno.
"There's nothing impossible about this," he said casually.
"Your development of these Quirks is too shallow."
"The truly strong don't rely on stacking abilities."
"They push one power to its absolute limit."
"That's how you reach infinity."
"Your ice—whether in temperature or range—is far inferior to my magma."
"That's bullshit!"
Masata's words struck a nerve.
All For One's fury exploded.
"How could someone like you compare to me?! I possess countless Quirks!"
Abandoning defense entirely, he condensed a massive ice spear—dozens of meters long.
Even inside the magma sea, its freezing power dimmed the surrounding glow.
Gripping the weapon, he thrust forward violently.
The spear pierced through the lava barrier and shot toward Masata.
"Useless."
Masata shook his head calmly.
"If yours is an ice spear…"
"Then I'll use a lava spear."
Golden magma condensed instantly.
A colossal spear of equal size formed in his hand.
He hurled it forward.
The two weapons collided.
BOOM!
A shockwave ripped through the battlefield.
Crack!
The result was inevitable.
Masata's spear shattered the ice weapon instantly.
After losing some force, the remaining lava spear continued forward—
And pierced straight through All For One's palm.
"AAAAH!"
Even All For One screamed in pain.
His hand burned violently.
Since he had abandoned defense, burns covered his body.
Yet under [Super Regeneration], his wounds began healing rapidly.
"It's been a long time since I felt pain…"
His palm turned ice-blue again as he pulled out the lava spear.
Through the steam, his figure reappeared.
Orange, tiger-like patterns spread across his body.
"Disgusting…"
Masata made a mock retching motion.
"You're barely human anymore."
He deliberately provoked him.
But nearby, All Might's expression grew solemn.
He knew the truth.
These attacks were consuming stamina—
Not dealing fatal damage.
"All Might," All For One said calmly, adjusting his metal mask,
"You really found an outstanding successor."
His regenerative abilities made him nearly immortal.
Unless he was knocked unconscious…
Unless his brain was destroyed…
Only the old facial wound beneath the mask remained a true weakness.
That mask was his lifeline.
Without it, he would collapse.
Fortunately for him, it was reinforced at enormous cost.
Even bathing in magma hadn't damaged it—only reddened it.
"Igarashi boy," All Might suddenly said,
"Leave this place. Let me handle him!"
White steam poured from his body.
His golden hair drooped.
One strand fell limply.
His time was running out.
"Don't be ridiculous."
Masata snapped back.
"With your condition? Let me do this."
"I'm in great shape right now."
He looked at All Might.
The legendary hero's suit was torn.
His body was covered in wounds.
Blood stained his lips.
Anyone would feel pain just looking at him.
For the first time since his debut—
All Might looked fragile.
The Symbol of Peace…
Must not fall here.