> With vigilance a necessity, I seek not the relishing in celebration.

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Wells's clenched right hand, which had extended and moved faster at David after its self-increase of momentum, eventually struck the defenses of the Nafiman, pushing him backwards.

Instantaneously, in a similar manner and pattern Wells stretched his left arm, which came towards David from his left side.

But with sharp wit, the prince formed a surrounding bubble of Void energy, onto which the fist struck and moved no further.

Wells retracted that arm back to its normal form.

And towards the Shinigami floated David, still warily encompassed by that same bubble. “…A Gum State…”

"Yeah. And?" Wells replied, slightly irritated.

"A rubbery body, capable of taking a form that seems to be that that greatens speed." The prince proceeded in analysis of his now bolstered opponent.

The Shinigami then made a daring statement. "...My strength is relative as of now. But I'm going much faster…”

“At a rate two hundred times of a star's orbit!"

Then, Wells positioned himself, looking to burst forward.

While David's motion was to simply posture himself for a proper defense.

Wells suddenly propelled himself at David, making use of his now rubberized legs as a propulsor of sorts.

He reached his position quickly, to which his opponent reacted by using Conduction, teleporting to a far distance.

But after doing so, Wells retraced and reached him in a mere instant, stunning David.

The former would deliver a blow of pure power and precision to the abdomen of his present rival.

And would result in the launching away of the prince, for miles and miles.

So his celerity statement was no joke!, reasoned David, as he cleaned the small ichor that flowed from his mouth. Meaning–.

But in an even shorter timeframe, Wells popped up just behind David.

And in a moment of split-second action, the Nafiman was able to block the attack that would come from his rear via Wells.

"Let's see how you manage with this!,” shouted Wells, launching himself off the surface.

He then compressed his rubbery arms by a significant stretch.

"....SERPENT BARRAGE!!!" He released the compression, which led to a flurry of homing punches being fired at David, who defended with a forcefield.

But the fists kept ricocheting every which way, proving a great nuisance to the prince's efforts. If things continue like this…

Wells stopped the attacks, causing David to deactivate his defense.

Then in a bizarre move, the prince seemed to begin a retreat of unknown reasoning.

What on earth? Retreat?, thought Wells upon reaching the surface, but not looking to let him off so easy..

"Here I come, Prince of Primus!!!" He said as he sent out his arm just as before, this time much faster, going overhead of and then streaking towards David. For which it looked as though the play was foolhardy.

But David simply smiled with unwavering confidence.

And in a prime display of instant evasive maneuvering, David ducked the attack.

"Wha–?!" Wells exclaimed.

And swiftly would the prince spin and twist himself into a more natural position.

And in an even quicker timeframe, would suddenly blitz a shocked Wells with a straight punch to the cheek.

The reaction of which was the latter crashing into a rock as great as an Earth, decimating it on impact.

David stood completely upright, looking to the distance while Wells propelled himself back towards David.

He would attempt another elongated punch, one which was subsequently eluded.

David stayed in silence, leaving Wells dumbfounded.

"So, even against an opponent who knows what you can do, you refrain yourself?" He asked with an annoyed smile.

"It would be unwise not to, regardless of circumstance.” David replied.

"Though…I must disclose I've presently gained velocity an additional hundred of yours. Any countermeasures?" A question to which Wells offered not a word.

Instead, both opted to take a swing at themselves once again. Looking to continue physical combat, but now with a speed advantage towards the Nafiman.

Wells would retreat a slight to gain some space, attempting two of his direction-changing fists consecutively as he did.

Fists dodged with the acumen of masterful coordination.

And the defendant would suddenly turn the assailant, as he sped towards Wells.

He would flow into a combination, performing a midair sweeping loin throw. Wells did however manage to not get too discoordinated by the technique. But not for long, as a sudden front snap kick would strike his chest, and a side snap kick landed on his abdomen, and a back kick which pushed him away, only for the opponent to teleport and finish it all with a half shoulder throw.

A throw from which the Shinigami would clatter violently onto the ground.

All which the latter retaliated to by swiftly taking his rise, stepping back again and sending a fist which David avoided.

The prince ran at Wells again, meanwhile the same fist would swiftly change direction slightly, and head back towards them.

But David parried it, and swiftly turned around to kick Wells in the plexus.

He then struck with another punch, sending his opponent away a far displacement.

Wells got up with his eyes still on the prince, but with frustration scribbled all over his face also. Holy-! He's much too fast! And this is just physicals alone!

Then, using an enhancement of his electrical power, David procured a sizable thunderstorm, with thunderous rumbles and raining lightning, some of which treated Wells as though he were a conductor. But despite his disbelief, the Shinigami worked to evade.

He uprooted a monolithic slab from the earth with natural psykinetics, tossing it at Wells.

The latter shot a fist from a previously compressed arm to completely obliterate the slab.

David applauded this feat in deep respect, something which irritated Wells. "Mocking me now, huh?”

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"No. Not even a bit,” said David, as he created a small orb of Void energy in his palm.

He then began to compress it with both hands, which left Wells watching on in bemusement.

David proceeded to stop compressing the ball, revealing it, but it was now like a round “hole” with strange behavior.

Wells's eyes widened with urgency in realization of just what it was.

"Is that–!?" Probacon exclaimed. "It is!!" Wok shouted excitedly.

"A black hole?!" Wells said with a shaking reaction.

David threw the orb in Wells's direction.

It's a black hole for sure, but it doesn't behave like one…

Not yet!!!, thought Wells, swiftly charging at the ball.

David snapped his fingers.

This caused the ball to slowly begin to act as a black hole would, accreting and warping its surroundings, and beginning to cause massive environmental decimation.

But before it could do much, Wells batted it upwards with Excalibur, far far away into the Field's outer void.

The Shinigami was left tiring from that reaction, but the rather untired prince was left amused.

The latter would use Excalibur to undergo another transform.

Now, he was in medieval armor of gold and silver platings, decorated with gemstones all across.

With this, and his Gum State still active, he sprinted at David with greatened velocity.

David in response employed some energy from the dynabolic process to bolster his capabilities, signified by a powerful burst of aura.

An unarmed versus armed combat battle would ensue, where attempted blows and slashes were thrown between contenders. Where evasions were of prime notice, and successful motions were of no commonplace.

Eventually, with great force, David would kick Excalibur out of Wells's hand.

Which sent the sword spinning many hundreds of thousands of miles away.

And the dyad glared at each other for a split second in preparation for a short sprint.

And in a mere twelfth of a single minute, both dashed and reached the sword, as Wells grabbed its handle, and David placed one leg onto its blade.

From there, the prince attempted to land a roundhouse kick on Wells. But the Shinigami blocked, moving in for a strike of his own. His was subsequently parried away immediately. And so on, and so forth, would the pattern repeat itself almost endlessly. Almost.

The repetition came to a head when a well-placed kick to Wells's chin forced him off the sword.

David would then kick it distantly from where two stood.

Frustrated, Wells activated his Release once again.

With it, he formed directly at David's rear a behemothic golem of rock, towering in its height.

It immediately attempted to attack David.

In response, David passed electricity through his body into the ground and then the golem. The stream was made to be so virulent, it would cause the golem to explode from sheer overload.

Wells fired another momentum-shifting fist at David, which rushed around as all others had.

But being granted a boost from, restored through, inured by, and empowered by that very Void energy through his heart and mind symbolized by a sheen, the latter simply parried the fist away with unnatural ease.

With redirection and concentration of said aura, he’d blast it off at Wells who would quickly skip away.

Choosing to change strategy, Wells bit into his arm yet again, and blew air into it like before.

From which he would undertake another Gum State. This time, of a bigger, rounder, poutier body was rounder, and slightly bigger.

"Another State?" David inquired, crouching forward just slightly.

"The Viper…is speed. The Panzer…is defense!,” proclaimed Wells.

"Then I'll just overwhelm that defense!,” boldly exclaimed David.

He then performed some hand signs in rapid succession, similar to the display of Adashu and the Ninjins.

Adashus' attention was caught by this, and it left him in shock. Since when does he know of Radical Arts!?

~Ice Art: Crystal Piersphere!!!~ Rows of several large mirrors of ice would encompass and dome over an unsurprised and uninspired Wells.

David from the outside phased himself into one of the mirrors.

Then, a reflection of himself appeared in every single one, of all of which there was only one true David.

"Wells!" One reflection shouted, gaining Wells's attention.

"You know what this is, do you not?"

"...Yes.” Wells answered, with eyes sideways to the reflections at his side.

"So, you have an idea of how I look to finish things, yes?"

"Do as you please. I'll survive without fail!"

"Then brace yourself!"

In each row of mirrors, the reflections of David readied each and every one of his offensive abilities. From gifts of his Nafiman heritage, to the powers of Void energy, and of ki and electric power, he set them aside for this very attack.

~POWER MANIFOLD!!!~ Then, all at once, the reflection blasted Wells with said attacks, causing the Shinigami to exclaim in great pain, while the lights from the powers were concentrated to the point of being blinding.

It would lead to an enormous explosion.

The aftermath of which, a deep magnitudinous crater upon the astronomical platform.

Though his clothes were worn and torn as always, David reappeared primarily unscathed.

While Wells stood in the middle of the crater, covered in scars and soot and with a gaping mouth which exhumed smoke.

He struggled, but stood up properly once again, looking up at David.

"THAT'S NOT ENOUGH!!!" He shouted, drawing a great amount of surprise.

The drawn response from the peering prince denoted a sigh, one of endearment but exasperation.

"Then this should suffice.” He said, flickering his right hand.

Suddenly, Wells was contained in a bubble of Void energy, where the space around it began to distort.

"Begone.” David uttered, upon which the ball and all its constituents, including Wells, suddenly vanished.

Many gazed in shock, as their confusion in the unfolding events was of mass matter.

"What was that?" Probacon asked. "Did…Davie just win by battlefield removal?" Wok asked reluctantly.

"Eh?" "The act of taking your adversary off the battlefield, a technical incapacitation if they have no means to return…smart move,” said Noot with appraisal in the action.

"Fear not. For Wells liveth, within the bounds o’ the Field. I, as well as our young heir, perceive his natural forces and Meridian. (It appeareth that his adversary hath placed him within a pocket world)." Tōmii said.

"But he can battle nay more…" "I understand. Therefore …", said Dgiag.

"THE VICTOR OF THIS MATCH IS…DAVID UNO!!!"

The declaration was met mostly with cheers, for the favoritism for the prince was of great heights.

But even in the glory of victory, his heart remained heavy.

Wells…I saw that you seeked a more serious, more enjoyable contest, as did I. But I couldn't provide such, something that I apologize for. However…, He thought, clenching both fists.

If what we believe is true…then my resolve to stop whatever evil lurks in the shadows, trumps my desire for friendly competition!

***

The next match would proceed subsequently, as a member of the group, Kai Cobra, went up against the mighty God of Symbiotes, Toxic.

Both beings gave each other their respects.

Dgiag then transposed yet again to Tōmii's side, signaling for the match to start.

Kai kicked off by attempting to leverage with speed, bursting forward with superluminal velocity, looking to land an attack on a being he hoped unprepared.

But the Viosi's simply caught his hand when he attempted the punch, much to the dismay of Kai.

"Hmm-hmm. Interesting.”

“So, you seek a contest of speed then?" Toxic asked, directing the question at Kai.

"Well, not anymore!,” exclaimed Kai, twisting his body in a try to kick Toxic upwards, but the Viosi entity simply avoided it.

He then threw a complex multi-directional punch at Kai, hitting him in different spots.

And with the final punch, Kai was sent crashing into a pillar of earth.

"Ugh…"

"Hmm. You truly are interesting. Show me… more of what you have to offer." Toxic beckoned with a bold apprehension, standing tall with widened arms and an intrigued grin.

A statement that both frightened and shook Kai.

Nonetheless he got up, and placed a cusped hand in front of himself.

"~Void Rein!~" He exclaimed, as a large bubble of Void energy began to take shape.

"Now it begins…,” said Toxic, who looked forward to this contest, what it would bring, and how it would peak…

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