The air was electric, charged with the fierce energy of three of the strongest fighters Nyemba had ever known. Tendaji and Tidiane stood side by side, their auras blazing with an intensity that blurred their outlines in the dawn light. Across from them, Zaria hovered in mid-air, his crimson Zowa spiraling around him like a living storm, his gaze full of anticipation.
Then, in a flash, they moved.
Their speeds defied comprehension, their bodies nothing more than streaks of light crisscrossing the battlefield. Tendaji's silver aura and Tidiane's sharp blue Zowa swirled around Zaria's dark crimson, each fighter moving faster than the human eye could track. Each time they collided, a shockwave rippled through the sky, shaking the earth below.
At one point, Tidiane caught Zaria off guard. In less than half a millisecond, he prepared a powerful sneak attack he called the **Red Furnace**. His Zowa concentrated in his palms, igniting into a blazing inferno. With a swift motion, Tidiane unleashed the Red Furnace—a fiery blast of pure energy, roaring toward Zaria before he had a chance to react.
Zaria barely had time to shield himself as the flames engulfed him, his aura flashing erratically. When the fire dissipated, he floated amidst the smoke, visibly shaken. Yet, a glint of excitement shone in his eyes.
"Impressive, Tidiane," Zaria said, his voice laced with mockery. "With strength like that, why aren't you Nyemba's strongest demon hunter?"
Tidiane glanced at Tendaji, a smirk forming on his lips. "You'll soon find out," he replied coolly.
High above them, Tendaji's aura intensified, his Zowa shimmering with a vibrant blue light. He brought his fists together, focusing his energy into a single, formidable attack. In an instant, a spectral shape formed around his fists—a massive blue tiger with sharp, defined features.
This was his signature technique: the **Tiger Fist—First Form**. With a roar, Tendaji released the energy, and the spectral tiger surged forward, its fierce eyes fixed on Zaria. The tiger's form blurred as it cut through the air, leaving streaks of blue light in its wake.
Zaria raised his arms defensively, but the force of the Tiger Fist slammed into him, erupting in a massive explosion that illuminated the entire sky. The impact sent Zaria flying back, the ground below cracking from the shock. For the first time, Tendaji and Tidiane noticed a flicker of uncertainty in Zaria's gaze.
Yet Zaria's fear quickly twisted into exhilaration. He wiped blood from his lip, a dark smile spreading across his face. "I haven't felt power like this in years," he said, his voice alive with fervor. "Fine then, let's take this to the next level."
With a chilling intensity, Zaria's aura flared, his Zowa reaching a peak. His eyes turned pitch-black, his crimson energy darkening into an almost oppressive presence. The ground beneath him trembled, and the air around him thickened as his Zowa expanded. He was now at 100%.
"Are you seeing this?" Tidiane murmured to Tendaji, his tone wary. "He's pushing himself to his absolute limit."
Tendaji nodded, his expression fierce but calm. "So will we."
Without hesitation, Tendaji allowed his own power to surge, blue sparks crackling around him as he summoned every ounce of his Zowa. His aura grew brighter, brighter than ever before, until his entire form was outlined in a brilliant blue light, tinged with arcs of lightning that danced across his skin.
Zaria took in Tendaji's transformation, his eyes narrowing. He could sense something strange, something powerful radiating from Tendaji's aura. But Zaria had come prepared. With a cruel smile, he raised his hands, summoning two orbs of crimson energy, each one swirling with a deadly intensity.
"These are my Twin Planets," Zaria announced. "One strike from each could level a mountain. Let's see if your strength can hold up."
With a flick of his wrists, Zaria released the Twin Planets. The orbs streaked through the air, their destructive power sending shockwaves as they tore toward Tendaji and Tidiane.
Without missing a beat, Tidiane moved first, launching himself into the path of the first orb. His Zowa coalesced into a shield of blue light around his arm as he braced for impact. The orb struck with a deafening crash, but Tidiane held firm, his aura flaring as he absorbed the energy, deflecting the blast toward the ground below. The earth erupted in an explosion of rock and dust, but Tidiane stood resolute, unharmed.
Meanwhile, Tendaji met the second orb head-on. His Tiger Fist aura surged around him once more as he delivered a crushing blow, dissipating the orb with a blast of blue energy that sent crimson sparks scattering in all directions.
Undeterred, Zaria darted forward, his aura darkening as he prepared his next attack. He was relentless, each move calculated, each strike intended to overwhelm. But Tendaji and Tidiane anticipated his every move, their Zowa shielding them as they countered with their own formidable strikes.
The battle raged across the sky, the plains, and the distant hills. Every clash left the landscape scarred, the ground torn asunder and scorched by the sheer energy of their fight. Zaria's power was immense, but he was beginning to show signs of strain. Sweat beaded on his brow, his breathing ragged as he pushed himself further.
Finally, Tendaji saw his chance. With a fierce determination, he summoned every bit of energy remaining, his Zowa blazing with an intensity that cast shadows across the battlefield. His aura formed the shape of a tiger once more, but this time, the figure was sharper, more defined, its fangs bared in a fierce snarl.
"Tigress Final Form!" Tendaji roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield. The spectral tiger surged forward, its form larger, more powerful, its gaze fixed on Zaria with an intensity that promised defeat.
Zaria's face twisted with fury. He knew he couldn't withstand the full force of this attack, but his pride refused to let him back down. With a last-ditch effort, he channeled his Zowa into one final, desperate assault, the crimson energy blazing brighter than ever.
The two forces collided in an explosion of blue and red light, the shockwave rippling across the plains, flattening everything in its path. For a moment, the entire world seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the scent of scorched earth and raw energy.
As the dust began to settle, Tendaji and Tidiane stood, their breathing labored, their bodies battered but unbroken. Zaria lay on the ground, his aura flickering weakly, his once-proud form now a shadow of its former strength.
"It's over, Zaria," Tendaji said, his voice heavy with finality. "You pushed yourself to your limits, but you can't defeat us."
Zaria glared up at them, defiance still burning in his dark eyes. "This… is far from over," he rasped, struggling to his feet. "I may have been beaten, but the Great Blessing will still be mine. I swear it."