"Seran don't you want to live? Thiolana's voice whispered to Seran in his mind."
"Thiolana is that you again? Seran asked subconsciously"
"I've...always been here Seran, but it won't matter if I'm here if you die. You'll never get to hear my voice again & I'll never hear yours. Thiolana said, chuckling."
"What?.. Thiolana, what are you talking about? Seran said out loud."
Jungo's eyebrow raised in confusion before furrowing his eyebrows.
"Thio-who? Seems like I hit you on that skull hard enough to make you lose a few screws. Why don't we wrap this up already? Jungo implied."
Thiolana's voice whispers mockingly to Seran's subconscious. "Aren't you frightened… weak... Hopeless. "
"Shut up, Seran muttered to himself with widened eyes."
Jungo responded in annoyance," What did you say, you little pipsqueak!"
"Fear isn't all so bad it can be a form of strength. Like the day I lost my life, the fear was your strength. He's just like that wretch of a man that killed me. Show him our fear is our greatest strength, and let the hunted become the hunter. Thiolana's voice murmured."
Jungo shouted, "I've had enough of your stalling!"
As Seran looked up before his eyes Jungo's massive fist emerged in front of him, prepared to unleash a powerful blow. A thunderous sound emitted covering the area with dust and blurring everyone's field of vision.
"I must've put too much force into that one. Blew the kid to smithereens, guess I don't know my strength. Jungo said cackling to himself"
The audience fell silent, eagerly listening in on the fight as the dust obscured their visions. Beyond the clouded dust with his back facing Jungo was Seran.
"Blown away huh? I guess all your brain cells went towards your muscles. Seran replied as the dust cleared."
Jungo jumped turning around in shock.
"How… how did you survive? "Jungo grumbled, his voice strained in disbelief as the veins in his neck swelled with intense emotions.
Seran exclaimed enraged, with a golden aura emanating from his ankles like steam, "Why not come and see for yourself? That is unless you're too afraid."
The veins in Jungo's forehead grew more & more outraged by Seran's insults had bolted towards him blinded with anger. He charged forward and swung his left fist with all his might. Seran swiftly dodged his attack, moving with the agility and speed equivalent of a bullet train. As he skidded across the dirt of the grounds, Seran desperately tried to slow down and make a sharp U-turn towards Jungo. With lightning speed, he blitzed forth and delivered a quick punch that jolted Jungo's head to the right. Seran continued with relentless determination, pouring his stamina into each strike as he darted past Jungo, repeatedly landing punch after punch at a speed that was beyond the capacity of the average Human eye.
Shockingly, Jungo seemed to have still taken little to no damage and only acquired minor bruises from Seran's punches.
Jungo laughs mockingly as he taunts Seran. "Hah, don't make me laugh! You might've gotten faster, but your punches still feel like feathers brushing against my skin."
Jungo wiped his left cheek with his forearm with a snarly grin on his face. Jungo raised his arm and brushed his forearm across his left cheek l, his lips curling into a snarly grin. Vanishing in front of Jungo with his legs curled to his chest in mid-air.
Seran shouts, "Punches don't cut it so why don't you choke on this!"
Seran springs his legs directly into Jungo's stomach with a powerful and gut-wrenching dropkick. The force of the impact causes Jungo to bend over, gasping for air as he staggers and crumbles to his knees, overwhelmed by the sudden excruciating pain.
"This can't be! Where is all this power coming from? I don't understand you're Supposed to be one of us," Jungo stammered as he struggled to get back on his feet.
Jungo's very presence was an eye-opening reminder to Seran of the deeply painful reasons that compelled him to cut ties with his home world. It reignited the intense animosity he harbored against humanity. Seran's cold gaze locked eyes with Jungo, filled with pure hatred. His right hand trembled with barely contained anger as he balled it into a tight fist.
Seran exclaimed," I'm nothing like you! Don't you ever compare me to trash like you! We've got nothing similar in common except death, and the only difference between us in death is the reasons we choose to kill!"
As Jungo continued to struggle to stand back up, he pleaded with Seran to buy himself time to recover. "Let's work together to put an end to this. We can rule this territory together, the two of us can change things for the good around here.
Seran keen eyes were observing Jungo's body language closely, noting that his facial expression matched the same tell-tale signs of deception that he'd experienced countless times in his previous life as a rebel.
Seran declared, "Save it for someone who cares. I'm not here to save this world, partner up, or listen to you run your mouth about building a better economy when you're destroying it without any consequences. "
Jungo gasped in disbelief as he bore witness to the aura slowly stemming from Seran. Its force gently lifted his hair, causing it to float as if a constant tranquil breeze had funneled him. In a flickering flash, Seran appeared before Jungo face-to-face with his fist cocked back ready to strike. The power emitting from his legs transferred into Seran's arms, filling them with a strengthening surge full of power.
"Screw justice, this is payback for everything you've done. So sit down and stay down! "Seran shouted, as he rammed his fist into Jungo's face the shattering fracture of bones echoed on impact.
Gliding across the ground with his fist pressed against Jungo's face with a battle cry he slams him into the ground, breaking up huge chunks of dirt and rubble. The flowing water streamed into the small crater as little particles of water danced around Seran's aura. Elder Ihathir exhaled a sigh of relief as AvelRahd, SahQuis, and Zophiria cheered amidst the stunned silence of the crowd. Seran stood over Jungo, gazing down at his incapacitated body. The sight of Jungo's appearance was disturbing; his facial features had been brutally rearranged.
His skull was fractured with an indentation from Seran's fist, and his teeth were broken from the root.
Panting Seran's vision became blurry from overexertion. The crowd of gamblers broke out into an upsetting riot over the loss of money. Elder Ihathir swiftly noticed Seran in a tranquilized state and reacted immediately leaping toward him and grabbing him by the shoulders.
"Quickly! We must depart immediately while we have the opportunity, Elder Ihathir alerted."
AvelRahd, Zophiria, and SahQuis raced toward Elder Ihathir. The crowd turned its attention toward Seran's companions in an attempt to assault them. Extending their hands out to Edler Ihathir as the crowd began to close in on them, a golden light flashed before the crowd as his disciple's fingertips touched him vanishing in the blink of an eye.