"So, Amy, are you ready?" Mr. Esho's voice cut through the tense silence as he strode into the field, his eyes fixed on Amy. A swirling aura of purple energy surrounded him, crackling with power. "Amy, in this battle, you will face five years' worth of my strength. If you don't back down and manage to survive for 30 minutes without surrendering or sustaining serious injury, then you will prove yourself ready for the tournament. However, if you fail, I won't allow you to participate. Remember that," he concluded, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Amy's blood boiled with determination at Mr. Esho's challenge, her jaw clenched in defiance. "You should be the one praying," she retorted, her voice dripping with determination. With a sudden burst of speed, Mr. Esho vanished from where he stood, reappearing in front of Amy with astonishing agility. His fist connected with her jaw in a powerful uppercut that sent her reeling backward.
Regaining her balance mid-air, Amy focused her energy, channeling it into her legs as she prepared for her next move. The intense heat coursing through her veins seemed to ignite her skin, creating a fiery aura around her. With a resounding clap, Amy's knee slammed into the ground as she narrowly missed Mr. Esho, who effortlessly dodged her attack with a smirk.
"Faster, Amy! Come on!" Mr. Esho taunted, goading her with each move. Fueled by frustration, Amy executed a flawless backflip, channeling all her energy into her hands as she propelled herself towards him. But despite her best efforts, Mr. Esho dodged her once again, his movements almost too fast for her eyes to follow.
As the battle raged on, Amy realized that she had been facing Mr. Esho at his base strength from the very beginning. The realization fueled her determination even further, pushing her to her limits. Despite her valiant efforts, Mr. Esho's relentless assault left Amy battered and bruised, her body aching with each blow.
Suddenly, a massive blast of purple energy erupted from Mr. Esho, hurtling towards Amy with unstoppable force. With lightning-fast reflexes, Amy attempted to dodge the attack, but it was too late. The energy bullet struck her with devastating force, sending her hurtling into the forcefield above the arena before crashing back down to the ground below.
As Amy lay sprawled on the ground, her body battered and bruised, Mr. Esho approached her with a smug grin. "I guess that's game over," he remarked casually, turning to leave. But Amy refused to admit defeat, her determination unwavering. "Who said I lost? I'm still standing," she declared defiantly, her voice ringing out clear and strong.
With a nod of approval, Mr. Esho acknowledged Amy's resilience. "You did well, Amy. Consider yourself ready for the tournament," he conceded before disappearing through the door, leaving Amy to bask in her hard-earned victory.
Meanwhile, in Egypt, Lilith lounged atop a lavish dining table, her gaze fixed on the President seated nearby. With a seductive smile, she made her intentions clear. "Hello, my sweet President. Today, I have a special request for you," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed charm.