The distance between Clark and Matson stretched out to a mere 50 meters, a battleground charged with anticipation. Clark's hand clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening under the pressure. With a thunderous shout that echoed through the air, he bellowed, "Mugen!" As if responding to his command, the earth beneath him began to stir, coalescing into a mass that surged forth towards his outstretched palm. The malleable clump of soil gradually transformed, shaping itself into a wooden sword with the elegant curves of a katana.
"I shall unveil the culmination of my relentless training," Clark declared with conviction, adopting a poised stance. His grip tightened around the katana's hilt as he launched himself forward, a blur of motion. His movements exuded confidence, purpose, as he lunged with unwavering determination.
