Dragon Ball Human

Demonic Ki was a flowing current. It spilled from a spacetime rift connecting to the underworld deep within Mount Five Elements in the far east, spreading to every corner of the Earth. Naturally, this meant some areas had average concentrations, while others—like this one—were drenched in it. 

Here, in this thick, suffocating miasma, a Demon King like Abaddon had emerged. Or rather, a breed of insectoid demons adept at spewing "demonic mist" had arisen—and the most terrifying among them had filled the power vacuum after Annin, in a past life, had slain the previous ruler. 

"First Samuel with his toxins, now Abaddon preying on the darkness in people's hearts..." 

As Yamiru flew toward Abaddon's Ki signature, he couldn't help but shake his head internally. 

'Poisons? Evil thoughts?' 

It almost felt like these Demon Kings had adapted to Annin through each cycle, refining their methods to counter her. Abandoning brute force, they'd "optimized" into something far more insidious. 

After all, even a Super Saiyan like Goku had been brought low by a heart virus. 

Captain Ginyu's body-swapping technique, which targeted the soul itself, had left even Goku helpless—once hit, the fight was over. 

Annin, protected by the Furnace of Eight Divisions, couldn't be killed by toxins or corruption... but that seemed to be the extent of her immunity. 

Yamiru, however, was different. 

The golden mark from the Dragon God inherently shielded him from demonic erosion. After nearly dying to poison in this era, the dragon-shaped emblem had even developed a taste for toxins, rendering him virtually immune. 

"So fast!" Annin thought, keeping pace beside him. Their white auras sliced through the murky air as they streaked toward Abaddon's location. "What happened while he was unconscious? How can he channel this much demonic Ki without losing control?" 

"So weak," Yamiru mused, frowning as he led the way. "This is nowhere near the power I wielded in Yamoshi's body. If her post-training power level was around 700,000–800,000, mine now barely scrapes 150,000–160,000!" 

His base power had always been stuck around 200–300, shackled by his Earthling physiology. 

A lever and fulcrum could move a small hill, but attempting to lift Mount Everest was pure delusion. Yamiru's demonic transformation was essentially using his own Ki as the lever and his martial mastery as the fulcrum to hoist the "hill" of demonic Ki—with the Dragon God's mark acting as a safeguard against backlash. 

Before inhabiting Yamoshi's body, his limit had been around 4,000–5,000. Now, with his refined understanding of higher-tier power, he could lift far more effortlessly. 

But 150,000 was a far cry from the 700,000+ he'd accessed through Yamoshi. And Yamiru suddenly realized—this wasn't a flaw in his comprehension anymore. The fulcrum was fine. The problem was the lever itself—too brittle, too short. 

Pushing further risked his body permanently locking into this draconic form, even if his mind remained intact under the mark's protection. 

'Is 150,000 the new ceiling after breaking through the last one?' 

Hovering above Abaddon's Ki signature, Yamiru felt a pang of frustration. 

"He's close," Annin said beside him, scanning the eerie fog blanketing the land below. "The demonic mist is too dense—it blends with Abaddon's Ki, making it hard to pinpoint..." 

As for Sherie, she hadn't joined them. After their heart-to-heart in the furnace, she'd vanished once more—without mentioning whether Yamiru would "dream shift" again, and without him asking. 

"We don't need his exact location..." 

Yamiru raised his black-scaled, clawed hands to his waist, the torrent of demonic Ki inside him surging toward his palms, condensing into a terrifying sphere. 

Annin's eyes widened. "You're planning to blast the entire area with that?" The sheer pressure radiating from his claws was already making her skin crawl. "The planet might—" 

Just as Annin began to suspect whether Yamiru's mind had been warped by the terrifying amount of demonic Ki he'd recklessly absorbed, a sharply defined human face suddenly coalesced from the thick fog below. 

Like a serpent surging through the mist, the face rose into the air, its features drenched in sweat as it roared, "That's real killing intent! Are you... insane?!" 

"Or... he could come out on his own," Yamiru calmly finished his earlier sentence. 

'Has his mind truly changed?' Annin wondered, watching him. 'Or have I never really understood this enigmatic man to begin with?' 

The Demon King Abaddon, now formed into a serpentine shape, cursed vehemently: "You can't seriously be planning to unleash an attack of that magnitude! You damn fool!" What kind of human challenger resorted to such methods?! 

"Wait, I've already revealed myself—why hasn't he stopped gathering Ki?!" 

A thought nearly identical to Annin's flashed through Abaddon's mind. Then, from above and below, near and far, they both saw it—Yamiru, having reached the peak of his power, unhesitatingly unleashed it downward toward Abaddon! 

Annin had no time to stop him. But in that instant, she realized she'd misjudged him. The attack from Yamiru's claws... wasn't the usual Ki beam or sphere. Instead, it had transformed into an invisible shockwave storm. 

A catastrophic hurricane of force, like a collapsing sky, descended upon Abaddon with overwhelming pressure. 

"By dispersing the Ki into a shockwave, he avoids concentrated destruction that could harm the planet itself..." Annin understood. "But this method only works if his power far surpasses his opponent's. Otherwise, it'd just be a feeble feint..." 

"Bastard—!" Abaddon could only stare upward, speechless. 

The descending "storm layer" tore through his serpentine demonic form. With a scream, the Demon King detonated mid-air! 

The devastating shockwave ripped through him before crashing into the earth below. The dense demonic fog was instantly scoured clean, and the ground trembled under a series of deep, mournful groans, splitting and sinking several meters inward. 

Even Annin couldn't bear to watch such ferocity outright, reflexively turning her gaze away. Yet she sensed Yamiru flash downward like a black lightning bolt, his landing preceding the sound of impact as he shattered the fractured earth beneath him. As for Abaddon in mid-air? He might as well have been a speck of dust before that black lightning—annihilated in an instant. 

Speechless, Annin stared at the draconic figure standing in the crater below. Yamiru wrenched his feet free, examining his claws with visible dissatisfaction. Yet an absurd thought crept into Annin's mind: 

'This level of power... it feels like it's existed in his thoughts for years. Brewing, waiting... Only now has it finally been unleashed.' 

"Hah..." 

Scalding steam hissed from between the demonic dragon's fangs as the black scales and metallic tail receded, revealing Yamiru's human face. His lips curled slightly as he muttered, "Turns out, nothing beats using your own body after all."