The icy winds of Antarctica howled, cutting through the air like knives. At the heart of the frozen wasteland, a lone man stood with his arms crossed. His bare chest glistened with frost, and his breath came out in steady, unbroken puffs. Sun, the strongest creature to ever walk the Earth, stood unmoving as the countdown began.
"Target locked," a voice crackled through a military comm channel, trembling with dread.
"Fire the nuke," came the cold, decisive order from the President of the United States.
In the depths of a fortified bunker, world leaders sat together, their faces pale. None of them had been willing to go through with this at first. But Sun… Sun had left them no choice. A man who could obliterate tanks with his fists, shrug off missiles, and crush armies alone was too dangerous to let live.
Yet here they were, not executing him for crimes against humanity, but because he had demanded it.
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Five Years Earlier
The slums of Kowloon City were a cesspool of crime, desperation, and violence. It was in this chaos that Sun was born—a nameless, abandoned infant left to survive in the filth. By the age of seven, he was already fighting in underground rings, his small frame hiding the ferocity within.
Street fights turned into tournaments. By fifteen, he was an unyielding force, feared across the criminal underworld. When a retired boxing coach found him brawling against five men in an alley, he saw unlimited potential. Under the coach's guidance, Sun dominated the professional boxing world, earning championship titles as though they were participation medals.
But boxing wasn't enough.
Sun left the sport at twenty, setting out on a five-year journey to learn every martial art known to man. He traveled to Japan to master karate and judo, to Thailand for Muay Thai, to Brazil for jiu-jitsu. He broke into Shaolin temples, forced grandmasters into duels, and walked away undefeated every time.
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One Year Ago
It was during his global conquest of martial arts that Sun first unlocked his aura. His body, already nigh of perfection, had reached a threshold that few humans could dream of. He could survive bullets, crush steel with his bare hands, and move faster than the eye could track. But his aura—a force of sheer will and intent—elevated him beyond humanity.
With his newfound power, Sun invented Complete Martial Arts—a synthesis of every discipline he had ever mastered. Each of its four forms represented a distinct type of destruction:
1. Single Point Impact – A single strike that concentrates Sun's entire force into a single point.
2. Force Redirection – The art of nullifying and returning an opponent's strength in addition to Sun's own attack.
3. Piercing Wave – A wave of aura that blows everything 10km around Sun .
4. Internal destruction – Blows that are able to bypass all aura barriers and even physical barriers and hit their target.
Yet, for all his triumphs, Sun was unsatisfied. Something was missing.
"I need the fifth form," he muttered one day, staring into the mirror of a ruined dojo. "The ultimate technique… the one that can end everything in a single strike."
The idea came to him as a whisper, a mad thought that bloomed into obsession. What force on Earth was strong enough to challenge him? Artillery? He had tanked it. Missiles? He had crushed them mid-flight.
Only one thing remained: a nuclear explosion.
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Present Day
The ground beneath Sun trembled, cracks spreading across the ice. The missile streaked through the stratosphere, its trajectory locked on the man standing at the heart of the frozen continent.
"This is insanity," a general muttered in the war room, gripping the edge of the table as the countdown reached its final seconds.
"3… 2…"
Sun closed his eyes. His breathing slowed, and for the first time in years, his heart raced. He wasn't afraid; he was exhilarated. This was the pinnacle of combat. The final test. He could already feel the impact in his mind, the heat, the shockwave, the obliteration. His aura roared to life, an invisible hurricane spiraling around him.
"1…"
The warhead detonated.
A blinding light consumed the sky, brighter than a thousand suns. The shockwave expanded outward, melting glaciers and tearing through the ice.
But in the heart of the explosion, Sun moved.
His eyes snapped open, glowing with an almost inhuman intensity. He roared, his aura surging with everything he had left. His fist shot forward, colliding with the very core of the explosion.
The resulting shockwave was unlike anything the Earth had ever seen. Satellites captured the moment as a dome of destruction expanded from Antarctica, rippling across the globe.
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In the war room, the screens went dark.
"Status report!" the President barked, his voice trembling.
A terrified operator replied, "Sir… the Earth's core… it's destabilized. The impact caused a chain reaction."
"What does that mean?"
"It means the planet… it's collapsing. We have hours, maybe minutes."
The room fell into stunned silence.
Back in Antarctica, amidst a boiling sea of magma, Sun stood at the epicenter. His body was torn, his muscles shredded, yet his grin remained intact.
"The fifth form," he whispered, blood dripping from his lips. "Perfect."
As the ground beneath him gave way and the Earth began to tear apart, Sun's vision faded to black.
On that day, the strongest creature to ever walk on Earth died. And with him, so did humanity.