The tension between them hung thick in the air as both fighters stood in silence, their auras crackling with sheer power. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the very sky seemed to twist under the weight of their energies. Dust swirled around them, and the debris from their earlier clash floated, suspended by the immense force of their impending battle.
Dave narrowed his eyes, daggers clenched tightly in his hands. The enemy in front of him was no ordinary fighter—he knew it from the first moment they clashed. The raw strength radiating from his opponent was enough to level entire cities with ease.
Before launching his attack, Dave called out, "What's your name?"
The man smirked, his glowing red eyes locking onto Dave's. He took a moment to chuckle, the sound dark and heavy. "Names don't matter in this place, but if you must know… I'm known as Raknor, the Tyrant of Destruction."
Dave nodded, his expression unchanged. "Raknor… Let's see if you live up to that title."
Without warning, Dave surged forward, his entire body becoming a blur of motion. The ground beneath him shattered into pieces as he launched himself at Raknor. Each step he took left craters behind, and the sheer force of his acceleration caused shockwaves to ripple outward, flattening everything in his wake.
Dave's daggers flashed through the air, aimed directly at Raknor's throat. Raknor swung his massive battle axe, meeting Dave's strike with a deafening clash. The impact alone leveled the nearby mountains, sending shards of rock and debris hurtling into the distance. A powerful shockwave tore through the battlefield, obliterating everything within miles.
But Dave was relentless. He pressed the offensive, his daggers moving with blinding speed. Each slash was sharp and precise, aimed at vital points. He teleported in quick succession, appearing and reappearing around Raknor, his strikes coming from every angle.
Raknor snarled, blocking each blow with the blade of his axe. "Is that all you've got?" He sneered as he swung his axe with the strength to cleave entire cities in half. The sheer force behind his strikes tore through the air, ripping apart the landscape in massive arcs of destruction.
Dave dodged the first few swings, teleporting just in time to avoid the axe's deadly reach. The ground cracked and split beneath Raknor's attacks, and entire mountain ranges crumbled under the might of his strikes. Cities were leveled in the distance, the land itself quaking under the power of their battle.
But Dave wasn't done yet.
He gritted his teeth, his mind focused, as he began to push his offensive even further. With a burst of energy, he teleported directly behind Raknor, his daggers aimed at his back. He struck with the force of a meteor, his daggers slashing down with enough power to carve through mountains.
Raknor barely had time to react. He spun around, blocking the strike, but the force of Dave's attack sent him skidding backward, his feet digging trenches into the ground. His eyes widened for a moment—this was no ordinary fight.
Dave didn't let up. He was a whirlwind of death, his daggers moving with precision and speed that left afterimages in the air. Every strike carried the force to level entire cities, and the battlefield was being torn apart under the weight of their clash. Huge craters formed, and massive chunks of earth were sent flying into the sky as the two titans clashed in a battle of overwhelming power.
Suddenly, Dave paused for a brief moment, his aura surging to new heights. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy, as his daggers began to glow with a strange light. Raknor noticed the shift in energy and frowned, sensing something big was coming.
"What are you doing?" Raknor asked, his tone serious now.
Dave opened his eyes, and with a cold, determined look, he whispered, "It's time to end this."
With a single gesture, Dave raised both his daggers high into the air. The wind howled violently, and the ground beneath them cracked as a storm of energy gathered around him. His voice was calm, almost deadly, as he uttered the name of his technique.
"10,000 Flying Daggers!"
The sky itself seemed to darken as countless blades materialized around him, glowing with a fierce, ominous light. Each dagger hovered in the air, pointing toward Raknor, who stood frozen in shock at the sheer magnitude of the attack.
For the first time, Raknor's confidence wavered. His eyes widened as he looked up at the thousands of gleaming blades surrounding him. "Impossible…" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible over the roar of the swirling energy.
But then, as if realizing the inevitability of the attack, a smile crept onto his face. "Impressive. I didn't expect you to have such a skill," he said, his tone filled with a mixture of awe and amusement.
The daggers shot forward in unison, like a tidal wave of death, all aimed at Raknor. His smile remained, but even he could not hide the fear in his eyes as the blades closed in on him.