Celdrich stood perfectly still for a fraction of a second, his crimson eyes gleaming under the bright white overhead fixtures of the subterranean stadium. The air around us felt incredibly heavy, weighed down by the sudden seriousness of his demeanor as he prepared to engage with his full capabilities. My own body was vibrating with the immense surge of power from my activated Body enhanced state, every muscle tightly coiled and ready to strike with maximum velocity. I pushed off the smooth stone floorboards with an explosive burst of speed, turning into a complete blur as I rushed toward him across the wide circular platform. I swung my blade in a rapid diagonal trajectory aimed directly at his shoulder, unleashing the full kinetic force of my enhanced strength. But even before my weapon began its forward arc, Celdrich had already shifted his weight and stepped completely out of the way. Because Celdrich dodge by seeing attacks by 5 seconds into the future, he knew the exact path my sword would take long before I even decided to throw the strike. He did not look surprised or hurried at all; he simply glided smoothly into the empty space next to me, his red eyes perfectly tracking my movements before they even happened in real time. My powerful swing cut through nothing but thin air, the sheer momentum carrying me slightly forward as I tried to adjust my stance to his eerie precognition.
Celdrich immediately capitalized on his future vision, twisting his wrist and driving his long katana forward in a terrifyingly precise counterattack aimed at my exposed ribs. He swung his blade with extreme velocity, placing the sharp steel exactly where my body was going to be in the next microsecond. There was absolutely no time for my conscious mind to process the incoming danger or calculate a proper defensive block against a strike that was perfectly designed to catch me. However, my physical frame reacted completely on its own to save me from the deadly accurate blow. Sogha dodge by instincts, my muscles firing automatically and twisting my torso at an impossible angle without a single conscious thought directing the movement. My body bent backward smoothly, allowing the razor-sharp edge of his katana to pass mere millimeters above my chest, the wind of his swing whistling loudly in my ears. The instinctual movement was completely fluid and instantaneous, overriding my regular reaction time and pulling me entirely out of the path of destruction just as the blade grazed the air above me. As I rolled along the smooth stone floorboards to recover my footing, Celdrich was already turning around, his red eyes focused entirely on the next timeline of events.
I scrambled back onto my boots, gripping my sword tightly with both hands as I reset my combat stance in the center of the illuminated ring. The thin layer of grey smoke from our previous exchanges was still drifting lazily beneath the ceiling lanterns, but the air was quickly shattered again as we rushed toward each other simultaneously. We met in the absolute center of the platform, our weapons moving in a furious blur of steel as we unleashed a barrage of rapid attacks. We clashed weapons instantly, and a small explosion appears on every clash right between our blades, popping with a sharp, deafening crack that echoed grandly through the massive underground stadium. The tiny blasts erupted in quick succession, sending bright flashes of orange light and small waves of concentrated heat washing over our faces. Every single time my sword hit his katana, a small explosion appears on every clash, leaving tiny black scorch marks on the polished surface of the stone platform and kicking up small clouds of grey dust around our feet. The concussive pressure from the rapid bursts pushed against our arms, but we held our ground firmly, refusing to let the tiny explosions disrupt our continuous exchange of martial skill.
Despite the chaotic noise and blinding flashes of light generated by the constant explosions, Celdrich remained completely calm and collected as he navigated the battlefield. I threw a rapid combination of four consecutive strikes, changing the angle of my blade from a high overhead smash to a low sweeping cut in a fraction of a second. Yet, none of my attacks could find their mark because Celdrich dodge by seeing attacks by 5 seconds into the future, effortlessly tilting his head or stepping back a full moment before each of my swings even left their starting position. It felt as though I was fighting a ghost who was always one step ahead of reality, his crimson eyes calmly watching the future unfold while his physical form moved in perfect synchronization with the timeline. He moved with a terrifying level of grace, parrying the final strike of my combination with a casual flick of his wrist. The moment our blades met for that single block, another small explosion appears on every clash, the sharp pop of energy flaring brightly between us and pushing us apart by a few feet under the steady glare of the stadium lamps.
The moment we separated, Celdrich lunged forward to press his offensive advantage, his katana flashing brilliantly under the bright white ceiling lights as he aimed a series of hyper-precise strikes at my vital points. He placed his attacks with absolute certainty, knowing exactly how I would try to defend based on his five-second future vision. The incoming danger was immense, and my mind was completely incapable of keeping up with the sheer speed and accurate placement of his swordplay. But once again, Sogha dodge by instincts, my body taking complete control of my movements and executing a series of desperate, automatic evasions to keep me alive in the center of the ring. My legs pushed me to the side without a single thought, my head ducked beneath a lethal horizontal slash, and my torso twisted away from a rapid thrust, all happening on pure survival reflex. The sheer speed of my instinctual dodging matched the terrifying precision of his future-sighted attacks, creating a wild dance of near-misses where his sharp blade cut through my shadow over and over again without drawing blood.
We came together once more in a massive collision of steel, our weapons locking together in a fierce test of physical power in the middle of the smoke-filled arena. We kept clashing for several unbroken moments, and a small explosion appears on every clash, the rapid-fire popping sounds echoing like a drumbeat through the cavernous subterranean facility. Bright yellow sparks mixed with the orange fire of the tiny blasts, creating a continuous display of light that illuminated the serious expressions on our faces as we pushed against each other's weapons. The heat from the small explosions was intense, warming the cool air of the basement stadium and causing sweat to break out across our foreheads as we maintained the heavy pressure. Neither of us would give up a single inch of the stone platform, our boots digging into the surface as we fought against the combined force of our muscles and the concussive ripples of the constant explosions. The sheer equality of our current combat states kept the spar perfectly balanced, even as the small explosions appeared on every single contact of our metal blades.
Celdrich broke the weapon lock suddenly, disappearing from my forward view as he teleported to a new vantage point near the outer edge of the circular ring to prepare his next strategic move. I did not turn around immediately; instead, I trusted my physical reflexes completely as he materialized a few feet away and launched a sudden ranged strike. He moved with incredible fluidity, his red eyes scanning the next five seconds of the fight to ensure his attack would catch me right as I tried to turn. But my body did not follow a predictable pattern; instead, Sogha dodge by instincts, my legs executing a sudden backflip away from his position the exact instant his blade cut through the space I had occupied. The wind of his missed attack rippled through my clothes as I landed lightly on my boots, my hand already drawing my sword back to launch a powerful counterstrike of my own against his side.
I rushed forward again, utilizing the full acceleration of my Body enhanced state to close the distance before he could reset his stance completely. I unleashed a powerful overhead strike, bringing my blade down with all the kinetic energy I could gather, but Celdrich was already moving his katana into the perfect blocking position five seconds before my sword even reached the peak of its arc. Because Celdrich dodge by seeing attacks by 5 seconds into the future, he had already aligned his steel guard with the exact trajectory of my incoming blow, waiting calmly for the impact to occur in real time. When our weapons finally collided, a small explosion appears on every clash, the sudden blast popping loudly and throwing a wave of grey smoke between us that temporarily obscured our vision under the bright lights. The physical force of the tiny explosion pushed both of us back a few steps, our boots sliding across the scorched stone floorboards before we regained our balance and locked eyes through the thin haze.
The stadium was now completely covered in small dark soot marks from the continuous explosions that occurred every single time our weapons made contact. The air was thick with the scent of burnt energy and smoke, yet neither of us showed any signs of slowing down or ending our private training session deep beneath the mansion. Celdrich's crimson eyes continued to glow with an intense, steady light, his focus reaching an absolute maximum as he watched the future timelines shift and resolve with every single movement we made. I raised my sword once more, feeling the immense power of my enhanced state still surging through my limbs, providing me with the necessary strength to keep up with his serious combat mode. I knew that as long as my determination to win remained high, my body would continue to respond with the necessary speed and instinctual agility to survive his terrifying precognition.
We leaped toward each other once more, restarting the fierce sequence of strikes and counters in the middle of the illuminated arena. We kept clashing for minutes, and a small explosion appears on every clash, the constant popping sounds filling the cavernous room with an unbroken wall of noise that did not fade at all. Celdrich swung his katana from the left, creating a small blast upon impact with my shield block, then immediately transitioned into a low thrust that caused another small explosion to erupt between our weapons. Every single contact was marked by that distinct burst of fire and light, leaving more black marks on the stone platform as we fought all over the wide circle. The sheer speed of our movements was breathtaking, our blades moving like continuous streaks of light through the drifting grey smoke while the bright overhead fixtures shone down on our intense spar.
As the match continued, the interplay between his future vision and my survival reflexes became the central dynamic of the entire fight. I would throw a strike with maximum velocity, only for Celdrich to dodge by seeing attacks by 5 seconds into the future, his physical form sliding out of the way before my blade could even close half the distance. Then, he would immediately launch a perfectly placed counterattack aimed at where I was going to stand, only for Sogha to dodge by instincts, my body twisting and contorting automatically to avoid the lethal edge of his katana at the very last second. It was an incredible cycle of perfect prediction met by perfect instinct, neither of us able to gain a decisive advantage over the other as we pushed our martial skills to their absolute limits deep within the basement.
The heavy iron doors and grand stone pillars of the stadium stood as silent witnesses to our continuous duel, the profound quiet of the upper levels of the grand mansion contrasting deeply with the chaotic noise we were creating underground. We kept clashing over and over again, and a small explosion appears on every clash, the rapid bursts of energy throwing bright yellow sparks across the platform and keeping the atmosphere thick with heat. Celdrich tried to use his teleportation to disrupt my rhythm, vanishing from my sight and appearing above me to deliver a crushing downward strike based on his future sight. But my physical frame responded instantly to the sudden pressure from above; Sogha dodge by instincts, my body rolling across the stone floorboards to the side just as his katana slammed into the ground, creating a small explosion upon contact with the stone that left a deep dark mark on the platform.
I scrambled back to my feet instantly, swinging my sword horizontally to catch him before he could recover from the missed downward blow. Celdrich, already knowing the strike was coming due to his five-second future vision, simply leaned his upper body backward with flawless grace, letting my blade pass harmlessly over his chest without making contact. As I pulled my weapon back to reset my guard, he launched a fast lateral cut aimed at my neck, his red eyes glowing brightly through the thin smoke. My body reacted automatically to the lethal threat; Sogha dodge by instincts, my head ducking down beneath the path of his sharp katana while my legs pushed me backward to create some safe distance between our positions. The sheer velocity of our movements kept the spar perfectly alive and incredibly balanced, neither warrior willing to slow down for a single moment.
We stood opposite each other near the center of the ring for a brief second, our breathing steady and deep as we locked eyes under the steady glare of the stadium lamps. The thin haze of grey smoke swirled around our boots, carrying the scent of the numerous small explosions that had blackened the surface of the circular platform. Celdrich tightened his grip on his katana, his serious red eyes completely focused on the next sequence of events that he could see unfolding in the future timeline. I raised my own sword, feeling the power of my Body enhanced state still humming perfectly through my muscles, ensuring that my physical frame remained completely ready to execute the next round of instinctual evasions and powerful strikes. The silence of the massive empty chamber returned for only a fraction of a millisecond before we both moved simultaneously, rushing back into the center of the ring to continue our relentless and balanced encounter in the quiet depths of the mansion's basement.
Our weapons met once more with an immense crash, and a small explosion appears on every clash, restarting the loud and continuous roar of impacts that filled every single corner of the underground stadium. We kept clashing for minutes, our blades sliding against one another with high-pitched screeches before separating and slamming back together in new locations across the wide arena floorboards. Every single blast left another small dark spot on the stones, a visual record of our high-speed exchange as we pushed our training to the absolute limit under the bright overhead lights. Celdrich's future vision allowed him to navigate my fastest combinations with complete composure, while my survival instincts kept my body safe from his most precise and dangerous counterattacks. The beautiful symmetry of the fight remained perfectly intact, a non-stop display of martial skill and raw physical force that showed no signs of drawing to a close as the continuous sound of explosions and clashing steel echoed grandly through the subterranean facility.
Celdrich drove his katana forward in a series of quick, rhythmic thrusts, each one aimed perfectly at a different vital point based on his five-second vision of the battle. But before his steel could connect, Sogha dodge by instincts, my torso shifting and my shoulders dipping automatically to let the sharp point slide past my clothes over and over again. When I finally found a moment to parry one of his incoming strikes, a small explosion appears on every clash, the sharp pop of energy flaring brightly between us and sending a fresh wave of grey smoke into the air around our faces. We broke away and immediately lunged back in, our swords meeting in mid-air to create another small blast that illuminated our determined expressions under the steady white lanterns. The spar continued with unrelenting intensity, a perfect circle of prediction and reflex that kept us entirely locked in combat deep within the earth.
Every time I tried to mask my intention by executing a feint, Celdrich did not even twitch, because his precognition revealed the true attack five seconds before it landed. Celdrich dodge by seeing attacks by 5 seconds into the future, completely ignoring my deceptive movements and positioning his katana exactly where my actual strike would eventually arrive. When the true strike finally occurred, a small explosion appears on every clash, lighting up the grey mist with a sudden burst of orange flame that cracked loudly in the empty space. My knuckles felt the impact of his heavy guard, and the concussive shockwave pushed me back across the scorched floorboards. Before I could even reset my feet, his red eyes flared, and he executed a swift, blinding counterattack designed to strike me during my recovery window. Yet, my enhanced muscles fired without any conscious command; Sogha dodge by instincts, my body sliding low beneath his sweeping blade and avoiding a direct hit by pure reflex. The sheer speed of the reaction was entirely instinctual, keeping me perfectly out of harm's way as his long sword sliced through the air right above my hair.
We moved rapidly along the perimeter of the circular arena, our boots tracking lines through the gathering soot and dust. The continuous sound of our duel was a deafening symphony of clanging metal and popping blasts that echoed throughout the vast subterranean architecture. We kept clashing for minutes, and a small explosion appears on every clash, each tiny eruption leaving a small dark mark on the smooth stones and sending a hot breeze rippling across our faces. Celdrich's movements were flawless, his red eyes tracking the future with absolute clarity as he effortlessly evaded every single complex combination I threw at him. No matter how much I increased my speed through my Body enhanced state, he was always already waiting for me at the destination point, his sword perfectly aligned to intercept or step aside. And yet, no matter how perfectly he placed his counter-strikes to catch me off guard, Sogha dodge by instincts, my frame contorting and slipping away from danger on pure physical intuition before my brain could even register the threat.
The match showed absolutely no signs of stopping as we pushed deeper into the intense session under the bright overhead lights. We came together again in a massive explosion of sparks and fire, our blades locking tightly in the center of the stadium. A small explosion appears on every clash, and as our weapons remained pressed together, a series of rapid micro-explosions popped continuously between the metals, casting a flickering light over our strained expressions. Celdrich's red eyes stared directly into mine, full of an intense seriousness that showed he was giving this spar his absolute all. I held my ground firmly, my determination to win remaining completely unyielding as I pushed against his immense strength. We broke the lock with a sudden shove, the force of the parting blast sending a cloud of dust billowing outward as we both leaped backward to prepare for the next high-speed exchange in the quiet depths of the basement.