A guest arrived today.
The one who stepped into my territory was a man boasting a unique presence even among the younger generation of the Underworld.
"It is an honor to meet the Chaos Dragon, whom I have only heard of through rumors."
Sairaorg Bael.
Although he did not inherit the Bael clan's specialty, the Power of Destruction, he is the DxD version of Might Guy who rose to the position of the next Head of the House using only his two fists.
He is evaluated as the overwhelming strongest among the young Devil generation.
Of course, now that Ravel is here, I'm not sure about that superiority.
In a basic fight, Ravel would be stronger, but if Sairaorg equips Regulus, he would be slightly stronger.
"So, what is the reason you came to find me? Did you come on an errand for the Great King of Bael?"
"No. I came solely of my own will. I wish to learn from you."
This guy?
From me?
Is there even anything to learn?
"A battle with the strong is a lesson in itself."
Reading my thoughts, Sairaorg answered.
"In short, you want me to fight you?"
"That is correct. Please, accept my challenge."
"Hmm..."
I pondered.
Is there a need to fight?
Is there anything for me to gain from this fight?
Technique?
If I learn Touki from him, I might become a bit stronger.
But I am strong.
Even if I was weak at first, I eventually became strong.
It is shameful for the strong to learn the techniques of the weak.
Therefore, I do not learn techniques.
I merely subjugate with power.
Then what can I gain from fighting this man?
Rather, I should ask him.
"What can I gain by fighting you? Do I look idle enough to play along with your waste of time?"
Of course, I am idle as hell.
"........."
At my question, Sairaorg pondered for a moment.
"You are strong. Probably in the Underworld... no, even throughout this entire world, there are few beings who can even establish a fight with you. In that case, isn't it the duty of the strong to accept the challenge of the weak who crawl towards the summit?"
This guy... is incredibly smart.
Those words are correct.
I am strong, and therefore, accepting the challenge of the weak is also the duty of the strong.
"Fine. I accept that challenge."
"Thank you!"
"Follow me outside. I don't want to destroy my castle."
We immediately left the castle and came out to a secluded plain.
Before fighting, I spoke to Sairaorg.
"I have one condition before the fight."
"What is it?"
"Give it your all. Don the Lion."
"......! You knew even that much."
"If you don't wear it, you won't last even 2 seconds before being knocked out."
Sairaorg hesitated.
I know because I saw the original story.
He definitely said he had no intention of equipping that power unless it was a crisis for the Underworld.
But the weak challenging the strong also have the duty to give it their all.
Since he discussed the duty of the strong with me, he must also perform the duty of the weak.
"...Understood. Come! Regulus!"
From a golden magic circle, a brilliant golden lion revealed itself.
[Did you call, my Master.]
"Do you see it, Regulus? That lofty and mighty existence!"
[Yes! I see it! The existence before our eyes is worthy of being called a god!]
"He accepted my challenge as a strong one. Then we, too, must fulfill the courtesy of the weak! Let's go, Regulus!"
[I am with you! My Master!]
"My Lion! King of Nemea! You who were called the Lion King! Respond to my valor and become my raimentttttttttttt!!!"
["Balance Break!!"]
"Regulus Rey Leather Rex! (Glory of the Lion King)"
The golden lion wrapped around Sairaorg and soon became armor.
Immediately after completing the Balance Breaker, tremendous Touki erupted from him, shaking the earth.
He is definitely strong.
Stronger than the current Ravel.
It is simple and honest Touki.
In terms of strength, he's just below Satan-Class.
He is definitely in the line of the strong.
"Then, come at me. With everything you have."
"Here I go────!!"
Sairaorg's body shot forward like a cannonball.
A fist wrapped in intense Touki stretched out toward my face.
Crack───!
I transformed only my arm into a dragon's and countered his fist.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM────!!!
As I blocked Sairaorg's fist with one arm, the shockwave split the surrounding earth.
Not missing that opening, I transformed my other arm into a dragon's as well, wrapped it in chaos, and drove it straight into his solar plexus.
"Gah─!"
Sairaorg's body flew at least several hundred meters and crashed into the ground.
I launched a slash with my claws toward him where he lay embedded in the earth.
He immediately got up and dodged the slash that flew with just wind pressure.
"Indeed... This is the power of the Chaos Dragon...! But, not yet!"
His Touki burned even more intensely.
"Oooooooooooooooo───!!!"
This time, it wasn't a simple fist.
Massive Touki in the shape of a lion resided in his fist and was fired at me.
I did not dodge.
I merely released my internal abilities a little more.
The lion-shaped Touki approaching me vanished as if it were nothing.
"Absurd...!"
"Is this it? I'm disappointed."
I walked slowly toward him.
"Not yet...!"
Sairaorg took a stance.
He seemed to realize that ordinary techniques couldn't inflict any damage on me.
He began to gather power.
A strike staking his everything.
Born into the House of Bael but rejected for not possessing the Power of Destruction, yet never giving up and building everything through constant effort.
To land a single blow, just one blow on me standing before him, he gathered all his Touki into a single point.
His Touki, multiplied dozens of times by equipping Regulus Nemea, resided in his fist as a single point, and soon Sairaorg's full power was complete.
I simply waited.
To test his power.
Not dodging full power.
That is the stance of the strong.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooo───!!!!!"
Holding the fist containing all his Touki, he charged at me.
Everything Sairaorg had built up with honest dedication.
Toward that strike, I wrapped my arm in chaos and extended it.
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM────!!
The two forces collided, and a massive shockwave shook the earth.
But Sairaorg began to be pushed back gradually.
No matter how strong he is, even if he grows to become as strong as the current Satan, the Transcendent Sirzechs Lucifer.
He cannot defeat me.
Because I am the Chaos Dragon.
My chaos gradually pushes away his Touki.
"Kuhhhhhh───! Endure it! Regulus!"
[Ooooooooh───!!]
The two tried to hold on with all their might, but.
"This is the end."
KABOOOOOOOM───!
Applying force, I shattered Sairaorg's golden armor and sent him flying far away.
Sairaorg, who flew at least several thousand meters, couldn't endure it and fainted.
The fight ended with that.
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