Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Even if the Nightmare Knight has never seen it, his bloodline will tell him what to do.

"play house...?"

"A pathetic excuse..."

“I have never regarded any of you as knights, nor have I ever expected anyone worthy of being called a knight to appear in this corrupt country.”

"But so what? What I'm pursuing... is simply my destiny, my challenge, the final journey I'm destined to prove!"

"If I cannot overcome what can be called a challenge on this path to heaven, how can I, as that person's son, fulfill the tragic wish he did not complete!"

The Heavenly Path—an ancient tradition of the Nightmare People.

Upon reaching adulthood, under the watchful eyes of leaders and family, he decided to embark on the journey on his own.

The purpose of the Heavenly Path can be simply a road, a specific goal, or an abstract idea.

In conclusion, the Heavenly Journey was completed when the executors returned with what they had hoped for.

A certain Khan's divine mission was to repel the evil spirits that invaded the borders of civilization.

The Khan's path to heaven was a lash out at the dregs of the old era.

The Khan's path to power was to reach into corners untouched by civilization.

The last task, the Heavenly Path of the Last Khan, was never completed.

This tragic wish and obsession corrupted the Nightmare Knight, who could have lived an ordinary life as someone completely unrelated to that era—at that time, he was just "Young Tora."

"So this is the legendary Nightmare spell... It seems to have dragged the legendary Kheshig army into the world... It looks like there's no other way..."

The Blood Knights have finally begun their operation.

If the Nightmare Knight is not stopped from continuing his spellcasting, the consequences could be dire.

This is the Business Federation building; if an accident happens, who knows how many people will be affected.

"Your Excellency Blood Knight, I have a suggestion."

Nearl stopped the Blood Knight once again.

"...Lord Radiant Knight? If you join me in stopping this, I will not refuse your request for cooperation."

Seeing that Nearl seemed to be planning to make a move as well, the Blood Knight put on a show of accepting it readily.

"No. What I mean is, we'd better get away from here now."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Madman

The Legion emerged from the black mist.

Their hazy forms filled this enormous venue.

"...Demons? I don't think so. They don't have that peculiar stench, and I can't sense any magic power."

With nowhere to sit, Tomat finally stood up, but he calmly surveyed the countless armored soldiers gathered before him.

The presence of the Nightmare Knight could still be felt; he was hidden within it.

However, the other figures that do not possess any aura do not appear to be entirely illusions without any substance.

"Mr. Thomas can sense magic?"

Gohan asked in surprise, since there were no outsiders nearby, so he felt comfortable calling Tomat by his name.

"...There was no other way. After all, I had faced too many races before, and I was particularly cautious back then. I still have some understanding of the most basic techniques such as magic, telekinesis, and mental power."

Tomat raised his hand, shielding the two men behind him, and stepped forward to signal them not to intervene.

"However, the techniques used by this knight don't feel like Uncle Piccolo's. This is probably something like Originium Arts, right?"

Gohan continued speaking, and as they were talking, the Nightmare Knight appeared at the very front of this "army".

He still stood like a monument, holding his sword horizontally before Tomat.

Beneath the mask, the scarlet eyes now shone like fireflies in the night sky, radiating an ominous and eerie light.

"I only desire a battle, I only desire a defeat, I only desire that my nightmare ends here—"

"Fellow countrymen..."

"Charge with me!!!!!"

Nightmare is ultimately Kuranta.

The most suitable battlefield for them is actually an open plain.

This allows them to use their racial advantage of mobility to "hunt" their enemies.

The figure summoned by the Nightmare Knight using unknown magic is also a Kuranta, and commands so many people in a space that is not particularly spacious in terms of their numbers.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a smart decision.

However, this does not mean that the Nightmare Knight made this decision on a whim without regard for his own advantages, nor does it mean that the Kuranta people cannot exert their strength in narrow areas.

This is simply because he doesn't mind starting a fight right here.

The classical music played in the venue was drowned out by the sound of horns.

With the Nightmare Knight's furious roar as he charged, the surging figures surged towards Tomat like a black tide.

This descendant, burdened with many responsibilities, is launching a determined sprint towards his destiny.

"You're really acting strangely...Are you crazy?"

Thomas didn't know anything about the Nightmare Knight.

To him, the other person was merely a guy who suddenly barged into the venue and challenged him.

What was the opportunity?

Previous match recordings?

Or perhaps it was a chance encounter that I hadn't paid attention to?

None of that matters anymore.

Whether there is a necessary goal to achieve or some reason beyond one's control.

These reasons, which are unknown to anyone outside the parties involved, are meaningless in a battle that has been actively provoked.

The clash between two beliefs can only occur when both parties understand each other.

"Ha, this kind of question again... The knight who has become a buffoon has asked me, the despicable merchant has asked me, the surviving blood relatives have asked me—and now, even you are asking me."

The long knife plunged into Tomat's heart.

The Nightmare Knight's words, like the murmurs of someone lost in a dream, lingered in my ears.

"Maybe I really am crazy."

The Nightmare Knight knew that his madness was not just limited to what he did after breaking into the venue.

His madness stemmed from persistent nightmares and a deep-seated obsession.

Ever since he chose to embark on the path to heaven, continuing the tradition that no longer had nightmares to follow, and traveling for an illusion that no longer existed in this world, he has fallen into madness.

But what Tomat could feel about his opponent—even if he only considered him an opponent—was nothing more than an obsession that he found hard to get to the bottom of.

A problem that is "difficult to communicate with".

That's what madmen are like; they just follow their own internal logic that can't be reduced to common sense.

However, Tomat is not much different from him.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered with you."

Tomat raised his hand and emitted a beam of light towards the phantom of the Kheshig army charging towards him—

"boom!!!!"

The Business Federation building, a massive structure that appears perfectly square and gleaming from the outside, was suddenly struck by a massive explosion in its middle section.

The flames shooting out from the cross-section of the building covered several blocks in that direction, blotting out the sun.

A large number of building fragments were scattered on the ground, but fortunately no people on the ground were affected. Ordinary people have no right to approach this place, and the employees were all busy at their posts without knowing anything about it beforehand.

But now, everyone is in complete chaos.

People who didn't pay attention to how the explosion occurred initially thought that the Commercial Complex had been attacked by some beyond-visual-range weapon, never expecting that it would explode from within.

"Mr. Tohmat!?"

Gohan thought that Tomat would rush forward and knock down Nightmare Knight with a single punch.

Moreover, according to common sense, these phantoms would disappear once the opponent falls.

Tomat and Thomas both achieved the same result, but their methods were vastly different.

It wasn't just the phantom-like legion that disappeared, but also the Nightmare Knight himself and most of the walls of that floor.

If it weren't for the use of sufficiently strong building materials, the entire building would probably have broken in half long ago.

"Kid, are you calm now?"

The area directly in front of Tomat became a smoke pit leading directly to the outside world.

The strong winds blowing from the upper floors dispersed the smoke and dust, but the flames still spread around.

In the very center of the tunnel, a peculiar "combustible object" was still emitting smoke.

It is standing.

He planted the longsword, whose blade had melted away, into the ground with both hands, gripping it tightly, striking a pose like an explorer venturing through a blizzard.

His armor was tattered, revealing his young but scarred body, now bearing even more burn marks.

The feathers on the cloak and armor were also burned to ashes.

"Killed?"

Seeing that Tomat had injured the other party to this extent, Badak asked in a somewhat surprised tone.

This isn't "calm," it's "fully cooked."

"I won't die. I'm still pretty careful." Tomat walked up to the Nightmare Knight, whose condition was no better than that of a piece of meat in an oven, and tapped the other's tattered mask with his finger. "Right, kid?"