Meanwhile, on the clear blue sky above, Southern Shield with all of his body turned into thick gold skin, dashingly flew with golden lines were put on his feet. The Arrogant Shaolin gave an arrogant smirk as he thrust his feet to fly faster.
However, his flying time was interrupted by a dizzy telepathic message that sounded like a broken radio. Southern Shield grunted and gritted his teeth to endure the constant distorted pain within his ear.
"Foreseen, please stop doing that." Southern Shield demanded in a harsh tone.
"That's the effective way right now for communicating with you." Mistress Foreseen bickered.
"Whatever."
Southern Shield shook his head in irritation towards Mistress Foreseen telepathic presence who was like a whispering ghost. This presence was the first factor of ruining his afternoon.
"Let me ask you, did Mayuri wanted to see her lover like this?" Mistress Foreseen argued in a concerned tone.
No response was made by Southern Shield as he closed his lips and brooded to below. Afterwards, The Arrogant Shaolin shakingly held his fist before he raised his head in a heated deep anger.
"Mention Mayuri, I will...I will…" Southern Shield couldn't finish his sentence as tears fell down from his eyes socket.
"What, attempting to beat me?" Mistress Foreseen yelled.
Southern Shield let go his clenching fist to wash his guilty tears. The Arrogant Shield may be harsh when somebody mentions his lover, but there was also a limit of how he should respond, especially towards Mistress Foreseen who had been on his side since forever.
"Forget it." Southern Shield spoke in despair, "Just don't mention Ayumi again….please, Mistress Foreseen?"
"I am sorry for mentioning Ayumi again" Mistress Foreseen apologized in regret.
The Arrogant Shield continued his flying journey to find an opponent he could defeat, to prove that he was still a worth Shaolin Warrior and could match his desirable opponent within the circle of friends, Blue Winter and even Sparror included
The battle on the road of Neo Tokyo continued with the heroes separately faced their opponent. Chemistra in her defensive stance as the color of her suit change into blue received a gut punch by Hollow who hurriedly retreated to a clone on behind him by jabbing the back side with his shoulder
The pain of the gut-punch was poofed away due to Chemistra easily lifting up his body as if the pain was only a tickle. Therefore, The Chemist aimed her needle finger and launched two of the needle fingers like missiles. Hollow russhingly dashed to the left and left a clone that was intangible being pierced through by the needle fingers. Furthermore, The White Assassin dashed one more time before he tackled with a kick landed on her face.
Hollow retrieved to safety by jabbing his back again with the shoulder after he succeeded to push Chemistra away from him. The White Assassin returned to his last spawned clone in observation of The Chemist didn't let out a single painful scream.
Chemistra just lifted her neck normally even though it was being kicked. Nonetheless The Chemist pressed a yellow button on the gauntlet with her already regenerated finger that changed the blue color on her suit into yellow like a concert light.
"The improvement is quite amazing for me." Chemistra spoke within her mind in gladness before a dissatisfaction oversaturated it, "But, it's still not enough."
The Chemist rushed onto Hollow and released a one missile, injection finger hand. The White Assassin swiftly dodged to the left, leaving his intangible clone being hit by the fingers.
Without hesitation, Chemistra shot another missile injection finger when Hollow was ready to land in a safe zone. The White Assassin precisely caught the injection tube with two of his fingers that shaped like a scissor.
Hollow immediately ripped apart the injection into half, causing the yellow liquid to spill over the ground. Chemistra raised his needle fingers again to launch the same missile movement one more time. The White Assassin flipped above by summoning his clone as a diversion for the needle finger to inject it's victim.
Nonetheless, Hollow channeled out a mixture of blue and white energy to the two shattered pieces before he heaved both of them to Chemistra direction. The Chemist cart wheeled to the right, avoiding her shattered pieces from hitting her.
Chemistra immediately got back up and aimed her injection finger with all the missing pieces who she recently shot, recovered in instance by the liquify, steel twister tribute. While Hollow thrust down his leg to make the landing faster by leaving the clone behind, floating aimlessly.
The White Assassin and The Chemist glared upon one another in order to predict which person should fall first. As for now, Chemistra endurance could keep up due to her recent enhancement, raising her winning chances against him. But, Hollow unpredictable still in consideration that he might have found the weak spot of his enhanced foe.
Although Chemistra was busy handling the flexible Hollow, Zero also struggled to face the pyramid head as his metal body recently dropped, crushing the road that was able to make a large circular concrete damage. The pyramid robot floated above him and crossed it's arm in a disappointed gazed.
"Disappointing Ozmominan, I am your awesome god, Konacom will bring despair to you." Konacom introduced itself with a distorted voice, a mix of male and female.
The pyramid robot centered his open hand that omitted a mixture of yellow and green energy. Furthermore, the omitting energy flung down to Zero that created a greenish, sonic wave onto him.
The Ozmonian couldn't lay a finger to go up due the intensity of the sonic wave and howled in agonizing pain. Tabata, who was across from Zero, raised his marking hands that illuminated a shining, yellow light onto the tattoo.
But, nothing happened within him or any side effects being found. Instead only just like a study lamp that was being used by students for finishing their works. Tabata gritted in a dispirited demeanor the more he glared upon his forehand.
"Why, why, why the hell, I still cannot release it," Tabata grunted within his mind in a distressed voice.
Zero's condition got worse as he felt his soul try to leave his body due to him witnessing a blue energy around his metal body, being absorbed by the sonic wave. Therefore, his petit version of himself flew down to him by opening its hands.
Moreover, a bluish holographic barrier was wrapped around Zero's metal body like a cocoon, preventing his soul being taken away. When The Ozmonian got a chance to move once again, he hovered up with help of the rocket boots and called forth the giant metal gauntlet to swallow his knuckle,
Then, Zero swiftly punched Konacom to the face that caused the robot to fall like a meteor, far away from his sight. The barrier vanished immediately and The Ozmonian sighed in relief after his body was freed, although he felt his soul being drained as his breathing became unstably heavy.
Nonetheless, The Ozmonian stretched up his metal till his breathing became stable and glanced to the policemen who still struggled to unleash his potential. However, a striking, thundering energy roared throughout the scene that made Zero centered his full attention towards it.
"Based on my observation, I can still beat this observant robot in 70% chance due to drainage of my life source." Zero spoked within his mind in a firm tone before he curiously stared at the policemen, "However, I will let myself struggle to forcefully awaken Tabata, magic power. and from observation again, it is 80% effective."
"So you want to destroy this planet because of your genetic instinct, right?" Sparror guessed while having the ongoing conversation with Gunvalian.
The Distrunian word bubble rolled up once again to determine the choice of sentence and Sparror focused his attention onto the next sentence. "Yes, you are correct. Distrunian never be a being that truly enjoys having an idealism. We are only born just to destroy everything that we desire." The next sentences were finally announced as The Flaming Hero froze in fear.
"Anyway, do you ever feel that your instinct is not the right way to continue your life?" Sparror asked in a deep tone.
Gunvalian sternly smirked with Sparror counter-question as he remembered the glimpse of a memory in the past. More specifically was the time when he lay down on the ground defeated with the pieces of his armor scattered around in less than a second.
The new sentence inside the word bubble rolled once again and this time it said, "Yes, I do feel that way after I lost to my previous opponent. It opened my eyes that maybe peace and solace are another way for me to continue living. The things I never truly found for hundred years until this day."
Sparror glared at Gunvalian, trying to find the right answer for expanding his argument. The Distrunian looked at the sky in sorrowful eyes that opened a realization to The Flaming Hero, widened eyes, an idea for his argument that was ready to be exposed.
"I guess doing peaceful things may also have an impact on your power too, right?" Sparror guessed.
Gunvalian raised his eyebrows in a shocking manner before an acceptance smile arose. Afterwards, he sheepishly chuckled that stroke an oddness within Sparror eyes as the new sentence rolled up.
While awaiting the new sentence, Gunvalian tossed aside his sniper that dissolved into a million green sparkles before he called forth the three choices of weapon cards. Sparror cautiously lightened up his molten hands to increase his braveness towards The Distrunian.
Gunvalian tapped onto the middle car that contained a sword that used to blasting Sparror when he rescuing Hollow on the backyards of Prime Minister house. The Distrunian felt an urge of excitement after the indirect provocative words from Sparror, invaded his minds.
"Let's see about that." The new sentence was finished as Gunvalian pointed his swords towards his cautious enemy.
As the tip of the blade vastly channelled out a huge chunk of, electrifying jade energy that combined into an orb. Sparror mind's fell down into a trip of the past. The moment when he was overwhelmed by the sword blast with each of his slowly torn apart.
Afterwards, the jade projectile was released and Sparror raised his molten palm for poked out a large flaming wave. Furthermore, a dragon head was formed inside the wave that led the counter charge.
A single bit of dragon shattered the green projectile into pieces and showered Gunvalian who had no time to evade. The Distrunian bent over to the ground while holding his sword that was planted to the crystalized ground as he had a difficult time, enduring the pain.
Gunvalian flickered a green light once again to gain more endurance for stand up, but it barely happened due to the intense heat that he felt his body was very heavy. The Distrunian was shocked with the revelation that his temporary durability increase couldn't lift his body fully.
"He got stronger, impressive." Gunvalian spoke within his thoughts, "But, let see how long he can keep up with me."
An electrified, jade electricity chained around his swords and zapped through everything that it saw like wild thunder. Gunvalian slowly lifted his knee with a struggling grit for holding the burning agony.
Finally, a giant zapping projectile shoved forwards like a high speed train and decimated the flaming wave into oblivion. Sparror with an anticipated look, raised his molten hand to the sky to cast out a humongous, flaming hammer.
The projectile failed to touch Sparror as the hammer smashed the projectile to the crystalized ground. A sudden blinding explosion roared throughout the whole arena before a shockwave wind pushed both of them far away from one another.
Sparror summoned a flaming, cowboy boots covering his armory feets before iit thrust down and landed on the ground safely empowered the boot's till a solid molten. The Flaming Hero perfectly stood up due to the boots making his body some sort similar to a magnetic field.
While, Gunvalian nailed his sword to the crystalized ground till it melted like a jelly. The blinding explosion vanished in thin air and The Distrunian glared at Sparror in a wondering curiosity. The flaming boots dissolved into nothing and Sparror gazed at Gunvalian in a brave, yellow eyes. However, he found a surprising discovery which was The Distrunian hand that held the sword started to vibrate.
"Looks like my guess is true," Sparror spoke within his mind in sheepish confidence.
The tough fight between Sparror and Gunvalian would soon continue once again to determine which one would have a chance to be alive inside this cage.
Doctress Domination in boredom gazed at the circular radar that displayed four circles on the arena. Each different color represented the different people such as yellow for Chemistra, silver for Zero, green for Konacom, and lastly white for Hollow. The Dominatrix sighed in tiredness as she was left all alone.
No opponent was ready to be dominated by her and it bothered her as she furrowed in annoyance. The boringness in the room made her spin a metal mike with green lines all over the handler.
"Waiting is quite boooooring." Doctress Domination bickered before she closed her eyes that gave a sense of smoothness, "But, I got used to this since I have been doing this kind of thing for a hundred years."
Afterward, Doctress Domination looked up to the above part of the building that only presented, dark metal interior. A cheery, wondering feeling was shone inside her eyes and her opened lips.
"To be honest, I do enjoy becoming Doctress Domination once again." Doctress Domination spoke within her mind, "But, at the same time I wanted to retire too doing this kind of act. Maybe, after Makoto destroyed this planet, I may have to find some place that is peaceful or I can live a life where there is no goddamn goddamn conflict."
"I also wish Makoto had the same thought of me too because he is a perfect partner to accompany my eternal lifespan" Doctress Domination added, "Yup, yup, magic bullshit side effect had stuck on my 25 years form."
As Doctress Domination turned down her head, an approaching golden circle began to approach the other target from above that caught her attention. An alluring grin opened and she thrillingly moaned.
"Ah, yes, yes, I found my enemy to be dominated! Doctress Domination thrillingly shouted, "I wish it's a young, young man because I really really prefer crushing both their body and mind."
Doctress Domination pointed the mike to the radar circle especially towards the golden circle as a green light shone on the noise-proof cotton like a lamp. After waiting for quite some time, The Dominatrix had found a perfect person to be dominated. She couldn't wait to see her twisted imagination being implemented towards that person whether they enjoyed it or not.
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