A Clash Beyond Mortality
The world stood still.
The moment the God of Martial Arts and the God of Weapons descended, reality itself seemed to shudder. The skies split apart, revealing a gaping abyss beyond the stars. The ground cracked, unable to bear the weight of their presence.
Lucian stood at the center of it all, his crimson eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. The winds howled, and the very fabric of existence trembled beneath the power gathered here.
"You believe yourselves gods." His voice was calm, yet it carried across the ruined battlefield like a divine decree. "But today, I shall show you the meaning of true divinity."
The God of Martial Arts, a towering figure wrapped in golden flames, clenched his fists. His very presence radiated absolute supremacy over combat.
"You have defied the heavens, mortal. Your existence is an abomination."
Beside him, the God of Weapons, clad in radiant silver armor, raised his celestial blade. The edge of the sword gleamed with a light sharp enough to cut through time itself.
"Power must be tempered with submission, and you refuse to kneel. Today, you die by my blade."
Lucian smiled.
"You speak of kneeling, yet here you stand before me. Perhaps you already know that I am above you."
The gods' expressions darkened.
Then the battle began.
The Heavens Shatter – The Abyss Unleashed
The God of Martial Arts moved first.
His fist, coated in golden fire, shot forward at the speed of light.
BOOM!
The impact split the continent in two. Mountains collapsed, entire oceans were displaced. The very sky cracked like glass, revealing the endless void beyond.
But Lucian was no longer there.
He had vanished.
Then—
CRASH!
A single black sword tore through the God of Martial Arts' shoulder. The divine being roared in pain, golden blood splattering across the battlefield.
"Impossible!"
Lucian stood behind him, his aura now fully revealed.
He was no longer human.
A massive abyssal vortex swirled behind him, a cosmic storm of pure destruction. His very presence devoured light, bending time and space around him.
"Did you believe I showed my full strength before?"
Lucian raised his sword—
"Abyssal Sovereign Sword Art – Sixth Form: Cataclysm."
He slashed downward.
A single stroke.
And the universe screamed.
A massive black crescent erupted from his blade, large enough to cleave through planets. The shockwave obliterated a nearby celestial body, sending debris raining across the shattered sky.
The God of Weapons raised his blade to block—
But it was useless.
His divine sword shattered on impact.
"No—"
Lucian was already upon him.
Abyssal energy coiled around Lucian's arm, forming a blade that transcended space itself. He plunged it into the God of Weapons' chest, twisting.
BOOM!
A black hole formed, swallowing the god in an instant.
The God of Martial Arts, enraged, unleashed his full power.
"Divine Fist of the Heavens!"
He struck forward, reality itself bending under his might.
Lucian raised his own hand.
"You lack true strength."
He caught the punch.
And crushed it.
The God of Martial Arts' entire arm exploded into golden mist.
Lucian did not stop.
He grabbed the god's throat, lifting him high into the shattered heavens. His abyssal aura flared—
And then he squeezed.
CRACK.
The God of Martial Arts' divine body collapsed into itself, consumed by the abyss. His scream echoed across the universe—then silence.
The last of the gods had fallen.
The battle was over.
Lucian stood alone, victorious.
The world was in ruins. The sky was blackened, torn apart by the sheer power unleashed. Cracks in reality itself bled cosmic energy, and the ground had been reduced to molten chaos.
And yet—
The people of Wolseong, the warriors who survived, the kneeling sect leaders, the commoners, the remaining martial artists—all turned to Lucian.
They had witnessed a mortal defeating the heavens.
They had seen a man slay the gods themselves.
"The Martial God…" someone whispered.
"He is the Abyssal God," another murmured.
One by one, they knelt.
Thousands… then millions.
Every warrior, every master, every sect bowed before him.
Lucian had transcended all.
He was no longer Nam Gong-Wook, no longer just the ruler of Wolseong.
He was the Abyssal Martial God.
Lucian looked upon the ruined world.
He had fought for dominance.
But what was a king without a kingdom?
The Gods' Core Energy lingered where their bodies had perished. A swirling mass of golden and silver radiance—the raw essence of divinity.
Lucian raised his hand.
And he devoured it.
Abyssal energy surged through him.
He spread his arms wide—
And willed the universe to be whole again.
The cracked skies reformed.
The sundered lands healed.
The destroyed stars reignited.
Wolseong, once shattered by war, was reborn.
A land of strength, power, and unwavering loyalty.
Lucian turned to the people.
"Wolseong shall stand as my greatest ally. Prepare yourselves, for war will come again."
They bowed in unison.
"As you command, Abyssal Martial God!"
Departure – The Journey Beyond
Lucian looked to the sky.
There was nothing left for him here.
He had conquered this world.
Baek Mu-sang knelt before Lucian, his gaze unwavering. The once-proud warrior of the Ironclad Dominion had seen true strength, a force that defied the heavens themselves. His loyalty to his former masters was nothing but dust now—Lucian was the only path forward.
"Abyssal Martial God," Baek Mu-sang's voice was steady, "Allow me to follow you. I have no master, no purpose. But I wish to wield my spear under your shadow."
Lucian studied him, his crimson gaze piercing into his soul.
"Do you understand what it means to follow me?" Lucian asked. "There is no turning back."
Baek Mu-sang did not hesitate. "I understand."
A flicker of abyssal energy gathered in Lucian's palm. A fragment of darkness, pulsing with infinite power.
"Then prove yourself."
Lucian thrust his hand forward, pressing the abyssal fragment into Baek Mu-sang's chest. The warrior gasped as his body convulsed, his veins turning black for a moment before settling.
When he rose, his aura had changed—his spear carried the weight of the abyss.
Lucian turned away.
"Follow me, Baek Mu-sang. There is still much to conquer."
Without hesitation—
Lucian stepped forward.
A single step into the abyss—
He and Baek Mu-sang vanished from the universe.