Meanwhile in the Demon Realm Enoch watched on but he wanted to
rewatch something that happened earlier he saw Talus go off on Daniel from an hour ago
about how Daniel better kill him or do nothing. This excited Enoch, there was one person
in the group, only one, that had an ounce of evil still in their heart, that was fine all he
needed was one.
Back at the tournament, Barabbas telepathically spoke to Uvia. "Uvia come in, the
tournament is happening, any news from the Other World." Uvia shook her head in
approval, "something will happen and soon she said." Back in the tournament Talus was
fighting Orion at full strength. Talus was smiling like he never had before. Ungar noted:
"I've never seen him this happy before." Talus shouted: "ENOUGH!" This for the first
time shocked Orion. "If you really are as strong as you say you are, then black this attack.
Talus began to charge up an attack, it grew bigger and bigger eventually it was big
enough that it could destroy the solar system three times over. Orion began to tremble
with fear. Ungar shouted: "TALUS, NOT THIS AGAIN, STOP!!" 10,000 celestial orbs
shimmered inside Talus, this eventually made Orion fall to his knees, "I give up." Talus
stopped immediately, but shouted: "THEN GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I thought I was in
for a fight but get lost." Enoch saw this and smiled with glee from the Demon Realm.
Ungar said: "Talus, there's no need for that." Talus shrugged it off as he walked off the
arena: "Don't worry wizard, just wake me up when the Semi-Finals are over."
Match 4: Daniel vs. Sovereign K'hul
As the arena reset, the anticipation in the crowd reached a fever pitch. The energy
barrier shimmered with power, sealing the battlefield once more. The Announcer Drone's
voice rang out, amplified by unseen speakers.
"MATCH 4: DANIEL VS. SOVEREIGN K'HUL! COMPETITORS, ENTER
THE RING!"
From the eastern gate, Daniel stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as he walked
toward the battlefield. He was an elf (a human in another life), yet something about him radiated a presence beyond mortal comprehension. Clad in battle-worn tactical armor, his
physique was chiseled from years of combat. A long crimson scarf fluttered behind him,
and at his waist, a single celestial-forged longsword gleamed in its sheath. His eyes,
sharp and piercing, held the weight of past battles, victories, and losses alike. From the
western gate, Sovereign K'hul emerged. A hush fell over the crowd. The Minotaur
Warlord towered at nearly eight feet, his hulking form covered in blackened
battle-scarred plate armor. His blood-red eyes gleamed with an eerie intelligence, and the
massive war-axe slung over his shoulder crackled with residual energy from past
conquests. A golden nose ring gleamed under the arena's lights, a symbol of his
dominance over countless battlefields. The two warriors locked eyes. Daniel exhaled
slowly, gripping the hilt of his sword. "I've heard of you, Sovereign K'hul. Conqueror of
the Obsidian Empire. But you don't look like much." K'hul's deep voice rumbled like
distant thunder. "And I have heard of you, Daniel the Stray. A warrior without a home,
without a kingdom. I will send you to the void where you belong."
"BEGIN!"
Daniel threw out his fist and the shockwave knocked the Minotaur out of the ring
in an instant, the creature's eyes made swirls as it was dizzy and dazed. Talus turned
around just before he exited the stage to go to sleep. "What?! How did he do that?! I felt
that thing's aura, it was 10 times stronger than the elf I fought. But the other elf, Daniel
defeated him like he was nothing, it would take me atleast 10 minutes to take care of that
thing, how did he handle that clown so fast?" Zaiyal asked in shock: "You sounded like
you honestly needed my advice to fight him." Talus ran up to Daniel: "What kind of
training did you do in the Other World, answer me now!!" Daniel laughs: "Why are you
scared?" Talus smirked: "Yes, for the first time, yes, I honestly can't wait."
Match 5: Ungar vs. The Primordial Beast Rukhmar
The air in the Grand Intergalactic Arena turned heavy with anticipation. The
previous matches had already sent shockwaves through the crowd, but this—this was
different. A primal hush fell over the spectators as the holographic display flickered.
"MATCH 5: UNGAR VS. THE PRIMORDIAL BEAST RUKHMAR!"
The name Rukhmar alone carried weight. It was not just a competitor—it was a
force of nature, something ancient, something monstrous. Whispers spread like wildfire.
"Can Ungar even stand a chance?"
"Rukhmar devours entire worlds—what's a mere warrior to that?"
From the northern gate, Ungar stepped forward. A mountain of a being,
standing over seven feet tall, clad in dark, battle-worn armor. His presence alone radiated
an unbreakable will. His crimson metaphysical eyes gleamed with the intensity of a
warrior who had seen countless wars—and survived them all. His fists clenched, each
movement deliberate, his aura like a predator ready to strike. Then, from the southern
gate— A roar shook the entire arena. The temperature dropped as a colossal form
emerged from the shadows. The Primordial Beast Rukhmar stepped onto the
battlefield. A towering cyclopean monstrosity, standing nearly ten feet tall, its thick,
obsidian-hide flesh covered in ancient runes that pulsed with a sickly red glow. A
single, massive crimson eye dominated its grotesque, demonic face, burning with
untamed malevolence. Its gnarled hands ended in claws that had shredded civilizations.
A deep, guttural growl vibrated through the arena as drool sizzled against the ground, its
very presence warping reality around it. The Announcer Drone hovered in place,
undeterred by the sheer power radiating from the two warriors.
"BEGIN!"
The First Strike
Rukhmar lunged first. A monstrous claw tore through the air, aiming to cleave
Ungar in half before the battle even began. The sheer speed defied its monstrous size.
Ungar barely dodged—ducking just as the claw ripped through empty space, leaving
a jagged shockwave behind. The force alone was enough to send chunks of the obsidian
arena into the air. Without hesitation, Ungar countered. A single punch. BOOM! The
impact sounded like an explosion. A direct hit to Rukhmar's gut. The Primordial Beast
staggered, its massive frame actually skidding backward. A brief moment of stunned
silence filled the arena. The crowd roared in disbelief. Ungar had hurt it. Rukhmar's
singular red eye flared with rage. A guttural, inhuman snarl rumbled from its throat as it
slammed both fists into the ground. The battlefield erupted. Obsidian shattered, and
the very air distorted as black tendrils of pure abyssal energy burst forth from the
cracks. They lashed out, seeking Ungar like vipers. Ungar moved. He weaved between
the tendrils, his reflexes unnatural for a being of his size. A split second was all he
needed—closing the distance in a blink. With a roar, Ungar drove his knee into
Rukhmar's jaw. CRACK! The impact sent a shockwave through the arena. For the
first time in known history—Rukhmar bled. Ruhkmar was not as old as Ungar but
he was well known, he had been conquering galaxies for no less than 20,000 years.
Black ichor dripped from its fanged maw. Rukhmar froze. Then, he laughed. A deep,
eldritch chuckle that sent an unnatural chill through the stadium. The air darkened.
Reality shifted as Rukhmar unleashed its true form. The runes on its body pulsed
violently, and massive black wings of abyssal fire erupted from its back. "You are
strong," it spoke, its voice a deep, reverberating growl, filled with something far worse
than malice. "But strength alone will not save you." With a single beat of its monstrous
wings, Rukhmar vanished. Ungar's eyes widened. A shadow loomed behind him.
Before he could turn— A claw, wreathed in abyssal flame, impaled him through the
chest. The entire arena went silent.
The crowd gasped. Ungar stared down at the claw protruding from his torso,
black energy eating away at his flesh. Blood dripped onto the shattered arena floor. But
Ungar laughed, "I have no flesh." And then— He laughed. Gripping Rukhmar's wrist
with both hands, Ungar let out a guttural laugh of his own. "That's all you got?" His
crimson metaphysical eyes ignited. With a roar that shook the heavens, Ungar
shattered the very fabric of reality around him. A red aura exploded outward, and in
an instant—Rukhmar was airborne. Ungar had thrown him. The monstrous beast
crashed into the barrier with a deafening boom. The impact cracked the energy field
itself. The audience was in complete shock. Rukhmar rose slowly, its massive chest
heaving. For the first time, fear flickered in its single crimson eye. Ungar looked down,
wiping his helmet. The wound in Rukhmar's chest was already closing. He rolled his
shoulders.
Ungar said to himself: "I have to spare him, I feel terrible, this creature should
have guidance like Daniel had always taught, time to take a page from Talus' book."
Ungar charged up, Celestial Orbs 600,000 entire Universes that made up Ungar's essence
extended beyond the entire stadium and an army of unlimited souls converged between
Ungar's palms. It seemed as if the entire Cosmos was shaking. Rukhmar began to tremble
in fear, "Who the hell is this guy, I have to give up," Ruhkmar was about to give up when
Ungar shouted: "YOU WIN!" Everyone let out a gasp. Ungar powered down and
descended back to the arena. Rukhmar stammered and asked: "Wh...wh...why?!" Ungar
replied: "Because you need to learn there's always stronger than you out there. I can tell
you never lost a battle. You technically won, but this gap in power will make you train
harder and increase your power." Rukhmar fell to the ground, "Master!" he cried. Ungar
walked off the arena and noticed Sir Rhyme had come. "Sir Rhyme," said Ungar. "You
came to support Zaiyal, Daniel and the others." Sir Rhyme nodded, "Yes and I brought
some Grump-Berries for after the tournament is over." Sir Rhyme held it up, they were
his famous Grump-Berries from his dimension Magic Land as they cried out in anger these angry berries created delicious fizzes of root-beer as they screamed out in anger.
But in a moment the next match would begin.
Match 6: Sarai vs. Lady Vortessa of the Black Star
The air in the Grand Intergalactic Arena pulsed with anticipation as the
holographic screen flickered once more. The previous battles had already electrified the
crowd, but now came a match that many had been waiting for—
🔹 Match 6: Sarai vs. Lady Vortessa of the Black Star
The moment the names solidified, a roar erupted from the stands. Sarai, known as
the Wolf of Orsa-9 (Planet Izador), was a legendary warrior from a race of lupine
aliens, infamous for their brutal hunting techniques and supernatural reflexes. But he was
facing Lady Vortessa of the Black Star, a warlord of unparalleled beauty and cruelty, a
sorceress whose dark magic had crushed entire civilizations. This was not just a battle
of strength—it was a duel of primal ferocity against eldritch power.
The Combatants Entered:
From the eastern gate, Sarai stepped forward. He was a wolf-like humanoid,
standing just over 5'8 or 5'9, his sleek silver fur rippling under the glow of the energy
barriers. His piercing golden eyes gleamed with savage intelligence, his muscular frame
built for both speed and destruction. He wore light battle armor—minimal, allowing for
unhindered movement, and his clawed hands flexed, eager for combat. His tail flicked
behind him as he inhaled deeply, his enhanced senses scanning every detail of the
battlefield. Then, from the western gate, Lady Vortessa emerged. The audience gasped.
A vision of forbidden beauty, Lady Vortessa strode forward with the elegance of a
goddess, her raven-black hair cascading over shoulders adorned with obsidian pauldrons
shaped like demonic skulls. Her attire was a fusion of dark regality and battle-ready
armor—black and violet robes interwoven with arcane sigils. Her deep crimson lips
curled into a knowing smirk, and her goat-like horns glowed faintly as she whispered
incantations under her breath. The air around her shimmered with dark magic, an eerie
mist coiling around her slender fingers. She tilted her head, looking at Sarai as if he
were a beast to be tamed. "A wolf?" Vortessa purred, her voice dripping with
condescension. "Darling, I do love breaking wild animals." Sarai snarled, his fangs
glinting. "Try."
The Battle Begins
The Announcer Drone hovered in place, its blue eyes flashing.
"BEGIN!"
BOOM!
Sarai vanished. One moment he was standing still—the next, he was a blur of
silver and black, launching toward Vortessa with inhuman speed. But Lady Vortessa did
not flinch. With a wave of her hand, the ground beneath Sarai erupted in a flurry of
dark tendrils, spiraling upward to ensnare him. Sarai twisted mid-air, slashing through
the tendrils with his claws, landing just a few feet from Vortessa—Too close. Vortessa
smiled. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a shockwave of dark energy, sending
Sarai hurtling backward. The impact cracked the arena floor, but Sarai rolled with it,
landing in a crouch. The audience gasped. Few could withstand Lady Vortessa's raw
sorcery at such close range. Sarai licked his lips. "Not bad," he admitted. "But you still
bleed, don't you?" Without warning, he lunged again, this time even faster. Vortessa
raised a hand to cast another spell, but— She was too late. Sarai was already behind
her. SLASH! Four deep gashes tore through Vortessa's side, crimson blood spraying
across the arena. The sorceress staggered, her beautiful face twisted in shock and rage.
The crowd roared. Sarai grinned, his fangs glistening with Vortessa's blood. "I guess
you're just not that fast." Vortessa snarled. The ground trembled. Dark energy pulsed
violently from her body, her pupils dilating into serpentine slits. Her wounds began to
stitch themselves together as the demonic sigils on her armor flared to life. "You dare
defy me? You insignificant insect!" she hissed, her voice now layered with an unholy
resonance. Then— She disappeared. For the first time, Sarai's ears flattened in alarm.
SHHHH-TCHKK! A jagged spike of black energy pierced straight through Sarai's
shoulder from behind.
The wolf alien let out a growl of pain as Vortessa materialized behind him, her
fingers dripping with black magic. "Poor little mutt," Vortessa whispered mockingly.
"You can run fast, but can you run from the inevitable?" Sarai wrenched himself
free, blood spraying onto the obsidian floor. But rather than retreat— He howled. A deep,
resonant battle cry that shook the stadium. Vortessa's smug expression faltered. The
temperature dropped. Suddenly, the air around Sarai became dense with energy. His
fur stood on end, his muscles tensed—his very essence beginning to shift. His golden
eyes flared like miniature suns. A transformation. Sarai lunged once more—but this
time, she was even faster. Before Vortessa could react— CRACK! Sarai's clawed hand
closed around Vortessa's throat, slamming her into the ground so hard the entire arena
shook. The crowd lost their minds. Vortessa gasped, struggling, her fingers clawing at
Sarai's grip. The wolf alien leaned in, his voice a growl. "You should've killed me when
you had the chance." Vortessa's eyes flickered with panic—but then, something
changed. Her lips curled into a smile. "I already did." Before Sarai could react— An
explosion of darkness erupted between them. A massive pillar of abyssal energy shot
into the sky, consuming both warriors in a swirling storm of black and silver. The crowd
screamed. The energy field around the arena flickered violently, struggling to contain
the sheer force of the clash. As the darkness slowly dissipated— Only one figure
remained standing. The victor was about to be revealed, It was Sarai... Sarai stood as
a defeated but not dead, Vortessa lay on the floor who was carried away by a
stretcher. Everyone tried to ask Sarai what he did, but only Talus knew, "That speed,"
said Talus, "He learned the time skip technique, I didn't think the wolf had it in him."