The moment John's new, darkened aura flared to life, the entire arena held its breath. His transformation was unlike anything the crowd had seen—ominous, turbulent, and breathtakingly powerful. Collin narrowed his eyes, feeling a pulse of unease ripple through him, but he pushed it down, meeting John's fierce gaze with his own unwavering resolve."Show me what you've got," Collin taunted, voice low, his golden-brown aura blazing as he squared off with John, ready to unleash his full strength.John's response was swift. He lunged forward, a blur of motion, the darkened edges of his aura trailing like smoke. His fists ignited with red energy, each strike hammering forward with relentless force. Collin met him head-on, deflecting blow after blow, his own energy roaring to life as they clashed with explosive intensity.Jimmy's voice boomed over the roar of the crowd, barely able to contain his excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is unlike any duel we've seen! The relentless John Will against the unstoppable Collin Easton—they're going all out!"The two fighters exchanged rapid blows, each impact sending shockwaves through the air, the ground beneath them trembling with the sheer force of their clash. John ducked under a fierce swing from Collin, pivoting to land a powerful punch to Collin's side. The impact sent Collin staggering back, his aura flickering for a moment as he caught his balance.But Collin's eyes glinted with a fierce determination, and he retaliated with a devastating uppercut that connected with John's jaw, sending him skidding backward. "Not bad," Collin muttered, a smirk on his face as he braced himself. "But you're going to need more than that."John's red energy flared, emboldened by the taunt. He charged again, channeling all his power into his fists, each strike precise and powerful, pushing Collin to his limits. Every movement was a mix of brute force and refined technique, each swing fueled by the surge of dark energy within him. He felt unstoppable, like he could take on the world.From the stands, Benji leaned forward, his face tense with worry as he observed John's increasingly reckless attacks. "He's putting everything into each strike...this isn't sustainable," he murmured, half to himself, half to Chris beside him.Chris nodded, eyes narrowed as he watched the exchange with a mix of awe and concern. "Both of them are. If they keep going like this, they'll tear each other apart before anyone lands the final hit."As the fight wore on, the physical toll began to show. Both fighters' movements slowed, their once-blazing auras now flickering with fatigue. Collin's face was slick with sweat, his breathing labored, yet his eyes held a fierce determination. John's aura had dimmed, his form swaying slightly, but he remained standing, fists clenched, unyielding.With a growl, Collin threw himself forward, launching a desperate barrage of attacks. John blocked and dodged with what strength he had left, countering with quick jabs that connected with Collin's ribs. They both staggered, gasping for breath, but neither was willing to back down.The crowd was on its feet, riveted by the brutal intensity of the fight. It was a spectacle of pure willpower, neither fighter yielding an inch, even as their bodies cried out for respite.Collin finally managed to sidestep one of John's attacks, spinning to deliver a powerful kick to John's side. The force of the blow sent John stumbling to the edge of the platform, his aura flickering dangerously low. He braced himself, breathing heavily as he steadied his stance, eyes locked onto Collin.Collin wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, grinning through the exhaustion. "You're tough, Will. But it's over."John's hands trembled as he forced his energy to ignite one more time, his aura weak but defiant. "Not... yet."Summoning every ounce of strength, he launched himself at Collin, their fists meeting with a thunderous crash. The impact sent them both reeling, and they stumbled back, barely able to stand, their energy completely spent.Breathing heavily, the two fighters looked at each other, a silent acknowledgment of each other's strength hanging between them. They were both battered, bruised, and exhausted, their auras nearly extinguished, but they stood, locked in a final, desperate standoff.The arena was dead silent, the crowd leaning forward in anticipation, holding its collective breath.Jimmy's voice trembled as he spoke, barely above a whisper, "And now... it comes down to the last reserves. Who will have the strength for one final strike?"As the dust settled around them, John and Collin stared each other down, both knowing that one more blow would decide the victor. Their energy flickered like dying embers, but their determination blazed brighter than ever.One move. That was all it would take.