Shingen wasted no words. His fists erupted with an intense blue light, and he shot forward like lightning, closing the distance to Watcher 13 in an instant. His speed was astonishing—several times faster than before—carrying with it a sharp whistle of air.
Watcher 13 hesitated, clearly not expecting Shingen to unleash such incredible power after returning to his original state. However, he quickly recovered, raising both hands. Twisting rays of light coalesced into countless chains, surging toward Shingen.
Boom! Shingen showed no fear. He threw a punch that shattered the chains with sheer force.
Watcher 13's expression darkened slightly. "It seems your restored form is indeed much stronger."
"Save your breath," Shingen replied coldly. "This time, I won't hold back!"
With that, he crossed his fists and launched himself forward like an arrow, creating a gust of howling wind. His figure traced a streak of light through the air as his strength concentrated at his fists, striking with the ferocity of a thunderbolt.
A flicker of malice crossed Watcher 13's eyes. He swung his hands, sending waves of twisting light to form chains that darted toward Shingen. The chains writhed like living serpents, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
Crash! The first collision echoed like thunder, shattering the stillness. Fists clashed against chains, sparks flying in every direction. The blue glow enveloping Shingen was like a blade, scattering the oncoming chains. Yet, the chains seemed endless, surging from all directions.
The battle escalated as violent energy rippled through the air. Fists and chains interwove in a storm of motion too fast for the eye to follow. Each clash seemed to tear through the air, sending shockwaves that fractured the ground beneath them. Rocks flew, and a cloud of dust obscured the battlefield, the area consumed by chaos.
Clenching his teeth, Shingen's fists punched through chain after chain, driving his attacks toward Watcher 13. The Watcher's once-relaxed expression gradually turned serious as he stepped back, commanding more chains to encircle himself, striving to fend off Shingen's relentless advance.
Boom! Another powerful strike shattered the chains and cracked the ground, pushing the battle to its climax. The battlefield burned like a furnace, every collision shaking the heavens and the earth.
In this life-or-death moment, a faint glint of cunning flickered in Watcher 13's eyes. Although powerful, his movements betrayed signs of strain under Shingen's relentless onslaught. Still, there was a shadow of a scheme buried deep within his gaze, waiting to be unleashed.
Chains and fists collided in a symphony of deafening crashes. The rapid exchanges left no time to breathe, the surrounding terrain reduced to rubble. Dust filled the air, making it impossible to see the combatants clearly.
Watcher 13, his once-casual demeanor gone, felt the brunt of Shingen's strength—a boy he had dismissed as a "toy" now cornering him with overwhelming power.
Shingen, on the other hand, fought with growing intensity. His eyes blazed with fury and unyielding determination. Every punch carried crushing force, aimed directly at Watcher 13's vital points.
Bam! A heavy blow struck Watcher 13's abdomen, sending him flying into a wall. The impact collapsed the structure, leaving him buried in debris.
Staggering out of the wreckage, Watcher 13 wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes gleaming with madness. "Good! Very good! Now this is interesting. But don't think it ends here!"
As he spoke, the light around him began to twist violently, his energy swelling like a hurricane. He roared, "Let me show you what true despair looks like!"
Watcher 13 raised his hand, and a wave of distorted light surged outward, forming a massive energy storm.
Shingen's gaze sharpened. The blue glow surrounding him flared brighter, and he launched himself at Watcher 13 like a radiant blade of light.
Shingen's body shone brilliantly, his eyes burning like flames as he bore down on his foe. Just as Watcher 13 gathered his power for a final stand, Shingen reached out with his right hand, twisting the very air around him.
From the void, a spectral sword materialized. Half-transparent and radiating dazzling brilliance, the blade was etched with ancient runes that pulsed with boundless energy.
Watcher 13 froze, sensing an immense danger. His smile faltered. "What is that?"
Shingen didn't answer. Gripping the ethereal sword tightly, his gaze turned razor-sharp. "This," he said coldly, "is a price you cannot afford to pay."
The sword hummed softly, slicing through the air. As Shingen raised it high, the surrounding space fractured with a piercing screech. A colossal diamond-shaped sigil appeared in midair, its runes flowing like living entities, exuding an oppressive energy.
Watcher 13's eyes widened in terror for the first time. "What are you doing?!"
"Delivering the punishment you deserve," Shingen replied with a grim smile.
He reversed his grip on the spectral blade and drove it into the center of the diamond-shaped sigil.
Boom! A blinding column of light erupted from the sigil, shaking the entire space. Watcher 13 clutched his chest, screaming in agony.
"What… What have you done to me?!" he howled, his voice filled with terror.
Shingen's gaze remained cold. "This sword is the blade of judgment. It pierces through the void to strike at your essence. Let's see how much you can endure."
Watcher 13's body convulsed violently, his power draining rapidly. Every attempt to resist only deepened his suffering. His eyes blazed with fury and desperation. "You… You're just a toy!"
"A toy?" Shingen's voice was icy. "Do you think you still have the right to play with others?"
As the sigil's light intensified, it engulfed Watcher 13. His struggles weakened, and his screams faded into silence.
Finally, with one last burst of energy, the sigil shattered into fragments of light. Watcher 13 collapsed, defeated.
Lowering the blade, Shingen looked down at his fallen opponent and muttered, "Your game ends here."