The air crackled with tension as Mike lunged at Ahiro once more, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ahiro, undeterred, met Mike's aggression with a powerful stab of his spear. However, Mike, displaying otherworldly agility, deftly sidestepped the initial strike, his movements fluid and eerily graceful.
Seizing the opportunity, Mike retaliated with a ferocious assault of his own. His sword sliced through the air with deadly precision, aimed directly at Ahiro. In an attempt to defend himself, Ahiro swiftly retracted his spear, redirecting it in a slashing motion to intercept Mike's incoming attack. The clash between the two combatants was intense, the force of their weapons colliding echoing through the battlefield.
Despite Ahiro's successful block with the spear handle, there was an unforeseen twist. The electric current surging through Mike's sword refused to be contained by the wooden barrier. Unlike the previous encounter, where Ahiro had successfully blocked the energy, this time the excess arcs of electrifying power jumped through the air, bypassing the wood handle.
Ahiro's eyes widened in shock and pain as the tendrils of lightning reached him, causing him to recoil and emit an involuntary cry. The sensation was agonizing as if the very air around him had turned into a malevolent force. Mike, was enjoying his every moment of this.
As Ahiro grappled with the unexpected assault, Mike pressed on, his movements now fueled by an eerie intensity. The air seemed to thicken with a palpable sense of danger as Mike, now resembling a devilish force on the battlefield, continued to close in on Ahiro, his eyes ablaze with a fervour that hinted at an unleashed darkness within. Ahiro could do nothing but defend, but each clash against Mike caused him to convulse with each impact.
Mike's laughter echoed through the battlefield, a chilling sound that seemed to reverberate with a malevolent glee. As Ahiro maintained some distance and struggled to regain his composure, the numbness in his hands a relentless reminder of the electrifying onslaught he had endured, he found solace in the support of his spear, using it to steady himself.
The intensity of the fight had taken its toll on Ahiro, evident in the heaving breaths escaping his tired form. Yet, his eyes burned with a stubborn determination, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to consume him. In the face of adversity, Ahiro clung to the remnants of his strength.
On the other side, Mike revelled in the torment he had inflicted. With sadistic pleasure, he channelled even more electric power into his sword. The weapon crackled with newfound energy, generating an increasing number of ethereal tendrils that danced around it like vengeful spirits. Mike, now a menacing figure, began to approach Ahiro with deliberate steps, dragging the electrified sword along the ground.
A charred trail marked Mike's ominous advance, a visual representation of the destructive force he wielded. His laughter intensified, a devilish symphony that seemed to revel in the despair etched across Ahiro's weakened face. Mike's eyes glowed with an unholy fervour as he moved closer, relishing the prospect of delivering a final, devastating blow.
The air quivered with tension, palpable anticipation of the impending climax. Ahiro, though fatigued and battered, steadied himself for what lay ahead, a defiant glint still present in his eyes. Meanwhile, Mike's laughter continued to crescendo, a haunting soundtrack to the impending confrontation between the demonic force and the resilient warrior.
Mike, fueled by his own malice and ego coursing through him, approached Ahiro with deliberate steps. Each step sent a shiver through the air as his electrified sword left a wake of destruction behind. The charred ground seemed to bear witness to the malevolent force that advanced upon Ahiro, who, despite his weariness, remained resolute.
As Mike closed the distance, he raised his sword high, the tendrils of electricity crackling and writhing around it like vipers eager to strike. The sinister laughter that emanated from him was now a cacophony, echoing through the battlefield and drowning out all other sounds. He revelled in the anticipation, drawing out the moment as if savouring the despair that lingered in the air.
Ahiro, recognizing the imminent danger, summoned the last reserves of his strength. With a determined grit, he planted his spear firmly into the ground, steadying himself for the impending clash. The battlefield became a stage for the final act, a confrontation between an unstoppable force and an unyielding spirit.
Without warning, Mike lunged at Ahiro, the electrified sword descending with merciless intent. Ahiro, though fatigued, reacted with reflexes honed through countless battles. He shifted his weight, evading the deadly arc of the sword with a hair's breadth. Yet, the proximity of the strike sent a jolt of lightning charging his skin.
Undeterred, Mike spun around, the electrified blade carving a lethal path through the air. Ahiro, desperately parrying the strikes with his spear, felt the overwhelming force pushing him back. The ground beneath him cracked as he struggled against the relentless onslaught and the high current that was flowing through him.
Mike's laughter reached a fever pitch, a symphony of madness that seemed to drown out all reason. He pressed on, each strike more ferocious than the last, his movements almost otherworldly. The air crackled with energy and Mike with a menacing laughter on his face looked like a Devil.
As Ahiro fought to maintain his ground, a glimmer of determination flickered in his eyes. He refused to be broken, drawing strength from the resilience that defined him. The battle between the demonic laughter and the unwavering spirit unfolded with each clash of metal.
Ahiro continued to take on Mike's relentless assault but he soon found himself cornered and with no retreat in sight, he found himself at the mercy of Mike's relentless onslaught. The air crackled with the impending climax as Mike, consumed by the dark ecstasy of power, prepared to unleash a final, devastating attack.
With a primal roar, Mike swung his electrified sword with all his might, a relentless torrent of energy propelling the deadly arc toward Ahiro. The sheer force behind the strike threatened to shatter any semblance of defence Ahiro could muster.
In a last-ditch effort, Ahiro drew upon the depths of his power. A radiant golden aura enveloped him, manifesting into a protective barrier just as Mike's lethal blow descended. The clash of power and energy sent shockwaves through the battlefield, creating an otherworldly spectacle. As the dust rose from the stadium ground the audience waited to see the result.