Chapter 62: Disappointed
The atmosphere in the colossal arena crackled with anticipation, the energy of the crowd reaching a fever pitch as Ismael Moon and Mila Tanner prepared to engage in an epic duel. Their unique appearances and fighting styles painted a vivid picture of their individual journeys and experiences, setting the stage for an unforgettable clash.
Ismael Moon, a figure imbued with grace and an enigmatic aura, possessed a lithe frame that seemed to defy the laws of physics. His cobalt-blue eyes shone with a glint of mischief, reflecting his mischievous and unpredictable nature. Ismael's combat style incorporated elements of parkour, gymnastics, and martial arts, resulting in a mesmerizing blend of fluid movements and lightning-fast strikes. He approached battles like a dance, his body weaving through the air with the grace of a falcon in flight. Ismael's agility and unparalleled reflexes made it difficult for opponents to land a single blow.
Mila Tanner, a force to be reckoned with, radiated strength and determination. Her commanding presence and golden locks flowing like a fiery mane drew the attention of all who beheld her. A warrior at heart, Mila possessed a steadfast resolve and unwavering focus. She relied on raw power and indomitable will to overpower her adversaries. Each punch she threw was fueled by her fierce determination to protect what she held dear. Her fighting style was straightforward but devastatingly effective, emphasizing brute strength and relentless offense.
As the electrifying clash commenced, the spectators held their breath in awe of the spectacle unfolding before them. The arena quaked with each impact as Ismael's nimble footwork allowed him to deftly evade Mila's powerful strikes. He darted around her like a phantom, his lithe body moving with mesmerizing speed and precision.
The battle escalated, each combatant pushing themselves to new limits. Ismael showcased his acrobatic prowess, leaping, somersaulting, and spinning through the air. His strikes became more intricate and devastating, a breathtaking display of artistry in motion. Mila's unwavering determination bolstered her strength, her fists unleashing waves of concussive force that echoed throughout the arena.
But unbeknownst to the fighters, their father Ethan stood amidst the chaos, his eyes brimming with a mixture of anger, disappointment, and a burning desire to witness their true potential. He had expected them to possess power far beyond what they displayed. As a being capable of shattering entire universes with a mere thought, Ethan yearned for his offspring to surpass their current limitations and reach unimaginable heights.
Disappointed with their performance, Ethan materialized before them, a towering figure amidst the swirling combat. He caught their punches effortlessly, his voice resounding with a blend of sternness and disappointment.
"I expected more from you, my children," Ethan's voice reverberated through the arena. "Your potential exceeds what you have shown. I demand the strongest among you to step forward and reveal themselves."
The weight of Ethan's words hung heavy in the air, their implications stirring a mix of confusion, determination, and uncertainty in Ismael and Mila. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a tumultuous blend of emotions.
Mila Tanner and Ismael Moon stood before Ethan, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. They had never encountered a being with such power and presence. To them, Ethan was an enigma, a figure of immense strength and authority whose true identity remained shrouded in mystery.
As they processed the presence of this unknown individual, Ismael Moon, driven by curiosity and a dash of youthful arrogance, decided to test the limits of his abilities. Drawing upon his inner reservoirs of power, he unleashed a technique known as the "Eclipse Palm Strike," a move that combined his agility and energy manipulation into a devastating attack. The energy surged forward with immense force, hurtling towards Ethan at incredible speed.
But in a display of power that defied comprehension, Ethan halted the attack with a mere blink of his eyes. The force of Ismael's technique dissipated instantly, as if it had encountered an insurmountable wall. The shock on Ismael's face was palpable as he struggled to comprehend the sheer disparity between their strengths.
Before Ismael could recover from his astonishment, Ethan's hand moved with lightning speed, delivering a swift and precise slap to both him and Mila. The impact was instantaneous, a resounding crack echoing through the arena as their bodies were propelled backward. They barely had time to register the sensation before crashing into the ground with a thud, their bodies trembling from the force of the blow.