"Coronal Blast!"
"Blood Flower Knife Scissors!"
The battle between Huihuo and Quinn raged fiercely, their small universes colliding like two boiling stars, causing the entire Magic Star to radiate a dazzling brilliance. They attacked relentlessly, each striving to defeat the other without mercy. Though they were companions, their ambition to grow stronger overshadowed any sense of camaraderie. For them, hesitation was a luxury they could not afford; improvement required unwavering determination.
"Die!" they both roared, unleashing their terrifying small universes with a fury that sent scorching waves of energy swirling around them. Their powers had transformed completely, yet the weight of the fight bore down on them. For any fighter, regardless of their divine affiliation, the pressure was immense.
Unless one was a Saturn-class fighter, that kind of intensity was unbearable. Growth required a steady progression, a journey where every step mattered.
"Hah… Hah…" Both Huihuo and Quinn panted heavily, their faces drawn and tired. Sweat dripped from their brows as they felt the strain of reaching the seventh sense—the pinnacle of human ability. The eighth sense was reserved for those who had faced death itself.
Reaching this ultimate level transformed a human into something akin to a god. However, knowing this didn't bridge the gap; it only highlighted the chasm between aspiration and reality. Despite being on the cusp of achieving the eighth sense, both felt an insurmountable barrier before them.
Though they stood just a step away from the divine, taking that step proved to be nearly impossible. The distance felt like a vast chasm, a gap that mocked their efforts. It was a source of despair, making them acutely aware of their limitations.
"Huh…" Huihuo exhaled deeply, straightening his posture. "It's always just one step away, isn't it? Each time I feel I'm on the brink of stepping into a new world, I realize it's merely an illusion."
He shook his head, not in frustration, but in acceptance. For Huihuo and every Underworld fighter, their spirits had been forged in the fires of adversity. They understood that progress required patience; rushing would yield no benefits.
For them, the focus was on gradual self-improvement. Time was their ally, and with each passing moment, they would grow stronger. Eagerness often led to mistakes, and mistakes could be catastrophic.
Quinn chuckled, "Indeed! Step by step, hard work is key. We must remain patient and calm. There's no need to rush."
"Exactly," Huihuo replied with a smile.
They both knew that patience was essential. Why rush when each step taken in earnest would lead them to their goals? Impatience could cloud judgment, and losing one's composure was the path to disaster.
Wisdom was paramount; without it, their aspirations could lead to destruction. An impulsive fighter could jeopardize everything they had worked for, and such recklessness was simply unacceptable.
Every Underworld fighter had to maintain their calm and clarity. In a world fraught with challenges, the loss of composure could lead to their downfall.