> To grow new fruits, in response to adversity...
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Probacon looked on from the distance whilst Cheftic prepared different abilities of the Meridian, formulating a myriad of things, ranging between weapons, balls of essence, mirrors, warps of the sky and the earth, enlarged atoms, elementals, and etcetera.
Wok himself said it…, thought Probacon in assessment, flashing back mentally to a talk with another All-Meridian, in the form of Ranthee Wok. "The power to gain all powers…”
《The All-Meridian…》
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“That is what the All-Meridian is.” Wok imparted with a clapping together of his hands, sitting before the gaping awestruck Djin.
"Cool! So its simply just being able to do everything everyone can do, and more?,” inquired the starry-eyed Probacon, which gained a rather emphatic reply. "Correcto, my pink friend-o.”
"And considering all the possibilities, it's confidently safe to say…" The Ghouling continued with a pause, and a right hand beneath his chin in a thinking gesture.
"We are the absolute strongest.”
“(Well, I am, at least.)” "Are you an egomaniac or what...?,” stated a now disillusioned Probacon.
"I kid, I kid.”
"...But even at that…" Wok proceeded, gaining Probacon's attention yet again.
"That kind of power doesn't mean ultimate invincibility. We're still subject to rules and restrictions.” "Huh?”
He began to explain, taking momentary pauses at each point. "To put it simply, many of us have at least three usual limitations: the first being the standard ‘tri-set rule of growth’ as some call it, where capabilities are linked to abilities, control, and state of being. Without these, even an All-Meridian user can fall.”
"Two: the accesses granted and usages of an All-Meridian depends on many conditions, especially the existential. Where three-dimensional concepts are, tridimensional state or power can toy with them as pleased.”
“But higher stuff? Nah. That very fact currently restricts such. So someone like me would and should settle for all the simpler stuff. Work smarter."
“And to add to that, an All-Meridian's use of any form of kinesis, or even a specific power, are based in their degree of mental willpower over the mentioned, meaning most of us couldn't completely warp space even if we so desired.”
"And last…your opponent.” Wok said ominously. "Eh?,” sounded a puzzled Probacon with a short jolt.
"You'll get it. If you eventually face an All-Meridian. Hopefully not me…" He stated in a somber tone, concerning the Djin.
"Well then! I…uh…I recall nothing. Who are you again?” "OH, COME ON!!!"
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Probacon would return to the current moment. So…the tri-set rule, restrictive conditions, and something about your opponent…are my best bets at victory in this…, Probacon contemplated as he looked to a visibly battle-hungry Cheftic.
I don't know the current limits he has via conditions minus the dimensional, and…though I can't sense it, the case appears that he should have those rights.
Think! What's the best approach against an opponent with a far wider arsenal?
Meanwhile, Cheftic glared at him with a look of growing irritation, taking a more natural uprightness.
"Hey. Just how long are you gonna delay? I'm waiting…"
But not a peep he would receive from the Djin, which infuriated him.
"Answer me, the hell!"
Probacon still didn't answer. An act just enough to send Cheftic over the edge.
So in retaliation he sent a ball of purple Raze towards Probacon.
….Got it!, concluded Probacon in his analysis.
He swiftly eluded the ball by skipping over it, proceeding to make a hasty sprint at the other.
He acted swiftly to weave past all attacks of variety sent in his path, amongst which were even beams of pure shine. For now...
It should be through the simplest… Probacon got himself in Cheftic's range, and looked to for now only deliver a punch bolstered by his own lifeblood.
And with powerful force did he strike his opponent, who managed to in time block with his forearms. Outwork, and overwork!
But for thew still of titanic measure, it would be enough to knock away the Kujijin.
The latter of whom recovered in grand surprise.
Probacon however looked to waste no moment, going in for yet another biff while moving much too fast for his opposer to react.
He's too damn rapid! He thought, just as a follow-through roundhouse kick from Probacon struck his face, sending him aerially backwards.
And this assault would not end there, continuing with the Djin instantly arriving just over Cheftic, and delivering an elbow to the gut in this instance.
Proceeding to gyrate for a moment, and ending the last of his revolutions with a firm kick of his opponent to the surface.
Cheftic crashed into the ground as a result, and for that a powerful force sprang and swept outward with a concurrent erupting of the earthen elements.
"Shit…,” cursed Cheftic in a lowered tone, as he arose from the caldera that had been formed, disoriented and with aches all over.
But for him there was no rest, and the next sight that met his eyes was Probacon directly before him, with ki prepared in hand.
And without warning Cheftic was then blasted with an outward beam.
He blocked it in the nick of time however, employing use of a well-placed barrier.
With a hop, he moved away for a momentary breather.
“RAAHH!!!” He roared in rage, uncontrollably unleashing as many abilities he could possibly do.
It's coming!, thought Probacon, taking all logistics into account in stern preparation.
Meanwhile, David watched on, analysing his ally's tactics and mentality. So he looks to rile him up so as to wear him down timelier? Very bold, but…how shall it play out?
"Wow. Pro-kun really is going at it, huh?," spoke a familiar voice aside the group..
"Wok. (Didn’t see you there.) Congrats on your win.” Kuroko said, shaking the returning Wok's hand. To which he received a more “free” remark. "Eh. Don't sweat it. I…kinda needed it to be fully honest.”
"I see. Well, good for you. I hope it aided however it could have,” opined the prince as a means of encouragement.
"Yeah, yeah. Forget about me for now. So an All-Meridian user, huh? And ironically after our talk…heh,” said Wok, shifting the attention from his match to Probacon's.
"Uh, yeah.” Kuroko responded. "He's going for an…interesting line of attack." "Interesting, but possibly effective. Reminds me of the battle with the Great Tabrre Zogartz in the ቢƹ🜆фϟɑℏފđ War…,”
Of course, such exposition left the others rather befuddled, especially the well-versed David. "…Wok, that conflict occurred a decamillenium ago in your timeline, did it not?” "Is that so? Then wouldn't that mean…?" Kuroko added.
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There was not a sound from Wok for a while, and his semblance was of a more dimmed lustre, leaving his co-operators with high concern.
"Haha…my bad then.” He responded with a haste. "Must've mixed it up or something. Pay it no mind."
He quickly returned his attention to the battle. But that would serve to only further the concerns of those around him.
It's strange…his mind always seeming to flux between specific memories of periods and people likely unrelated to him. It might be a Meridian power…but…, pondered David.
I cannot mull over that in this moment.
On the platform, it would appear as though Probacon's strategy had mostly worked well, confirmable primarily by the unrelenting barrage of randomised spams of all kinds of powers by an unhinged Cheftic. All which Probacon managed to be elusive of.
He materialised the Venom Strip and sprinted at Cheftic just as a wave of more energy blasts came from that direction.
The Djin grasped his sword, properly and firmly, and with no self-unsteadfastness.
~Insect Style: Mosquito Flow, Buzzkill.~ Bursting in speed,his motions would be quicker than before, flying in a randomised zigzag pattern with a buzzing sound, deflecting all the attacks with his blade covered by ki.
In an instant he'd jab Cheftic’s chest with just the tip of that blade. And only through unnatural resiliences could the Kujijin withstand falling to the blade’s added traits.
How…how is this mere standard outdoing me!?, thought Cheftic in an internal emotional turbulence.
I can't stand for this…
"I WON'T STAND FOR THIS!!!" He roared with the full force of a great burst of radioactive power expelling outward from him, shocking Probacon and engulfing him, as well as leaving a great multiplex of watchers dumbfounded.
Probacon managed to jump out in time, covered only in minor wounds, which healed faster than they were inflicted.
"Uhh, looks like it may have worked a bit too well…” He mumbled as he aimed to fall back for a moment through transvection via ki.
Cheftic cleared away the energy covering the area hastily.
And as that radioactivity emitted from his eyes, he looked to the fleeing Djin.
And in nothing short of pure anger, he jumped greatly to the Djin's spot with immediate action, bamboozling the other.
Wha–? Probacon thought in utter shock.
"Wanna play games? Fine! Tag! You're it!" Cheftic declared with bared teeth.
Clenching his hand ferociously, he would punch Probacon down to the ground.
He gave him no time to recover, using his arms to send a barrage of energy attacks.
"Khh…” The Djin grumbled as he involuntarily created a forcefield from his ki.
Cheftic stopped, distorting reality so as to deform Probacon and teleport him to his side.
And in constant assault, Probacon would be rained upon with different techniques of different powers. All as the audiences watched on in shock and frustration.
David bit his lip, and Wok placed his hands in his face, wishing for a way for their peer to overcome this needless onslaught.
Cheftic then charged up an attack in his hand, with an irradiant gleam and a sparking multitude of essences.
"~MIGHT OF KUJI!~"
He punched Probacon back to the surface, displaying stellar might, and procuring wreckage upon a platform of already marvelous lengths.
The general consensus was of that being the conclusion, carrying a-many motions of in dejection and disappointment all around.
Cheftic came back down. Get it over with already. No need to…
...Wait…
He had perceived something. And suddenly would something hop out from the area of carnage.
It was Probacon, who stood despite all, bringing about a wave of joy and cheer.
"Probacon!" David and Wok shouted in unison.
Probacon breathed heavily, marred with bruises and scratches, but not enough that it restricted his regenerative factor.
He then turned to a very much baffled Cheftic.
"Ha. That all, damn screwball?" He asked, leaving the latter utterly furious.
《The will of a survivor…》
"How?! Forget death, you should be incapable of action!"
"I don't die easy…especially not against a mojo like yours.”
"Huh!?"
A cynic with a mindset twisted by that mani-power of his... “Oh yeah. I see through that warped superiority complex bull."
"But you're terribly wrong. Strength is not only power. It's a multifaceted idea, and you lack in many of those facets. And I look to unravel that mentality."
Finally, he shifted a leg back and placed it laterally. “And that's why…”
And entering into a full and proper battle position, he declared boldly. "You lose to me today!"
《Combines with the will of a “hero”...》
His words would help him gain even further cheers and admonishment.
But Cheftic, he was left greatly infuriated.
"Ha! Not surprising the weaklings rally behind one of their kin.”
“Regardless, I'll make you eat those words, crushing all your stupid perceptions!"
"Bring it, you dense mollusk!,” roared Probacon, as the contest would play out just as prior.
But a sense of balance had been placed, from Probacon’s newfound wind which would aid him in his actions, and actually bring Cheftic out of proper control of the tempo. And constructed a progression that highly pleased the masses.
Eventually, Cheftic’s self-restraint drew too thin, and released a burst of near-blinding energy. “HAAHHHH!!!”
Now in a combination of the Sun Transformation, and doused in a radiant aura, he attacked Probacon with a novel upperhand in the speed aspect of the contest.
But a pinch enough to restore his dominance, now looking only to crush all prepositions that opposed his.
In time Probacon would be forced into a corner with a solid strike from the Kujijin.
And from there he saw the end, concentrating a great amount of mixed vim and verve into a greatening ball on a lifted palm.
Its intended target: Djin Probacon. And upon its reaching pharaonic expanse, it would be directed towards that very being.
And just as before, there was hope for Probacon to circumvent the situation just as before, but this task seemed insurmountable for even him at that moment.
I can't get past this!, thought Probacon in frustration.
No! Come on, think up something! We can't lose here.
I want to win…I have to win… He kept on, thoughts slowly fading into darkness.
Suddenly, chromatic streams of light strung along from his eyes in a moment of pure emotion. I NEED TO WIN!!!
《The indomitable, and resilient will, of a “hero”…》
Somehow, through some yet undeciphered miracle, Probacon with a palm would manage to appear to “halt” the ball. A phenomenon that would stun many, including himself Cheftic.
"RAAAAAHHHHH!!!" But with a still unwavering drive would he cry, as in a shock to the masses, he reflected the attack back at Cheftic with an outward swing of that very hand.
《Can deliver the greatest results…》
Cheftic defended by creating a forcefield to absorb the energy.
"Was that–?" He questioned, still in complete shock at the ordeal.
But before he could finish, Probacon appeared in front of him, with previously accumulated electrical spark from before upon and fizzing out of his palms.
He placed both on Cheftic, greatly electrocuting the Kujijin, who took high levels of damage and was truly stung by such. “ARGH!!!”
"Don't tell me–,” mouthed an absolutely stunned Wok, who was swiftly interrupted by the Nafiman prince. "It is!”
"A Meridian Power awakening? Mid-tournament!?,” questioned Noot as he came forward from the afterwork of his own joust.
"And by none other than yours truly.” Fighter stated in acknowledgement. “Well, long overdue considering he never did have any…”
Cheftic, still feeling the full brunt of that, but regenerating as he had before, attempted to rise up in recovery.
But to him was no time given, as floating behind Probacon, who had just recalled himself a bit, were large rocks surrounded by his very life esse.
“Hup!” The Djin grunted, directing them at his opponent with a swing of his arms.
Cheftic was capable of defending against all of them without issue with a new forcefield.
But having placed a piece of himself on Cheftic prior, it grew into a full-sized replica of Probacon, to the abrupt baffling of Cheftic.
It then punched Cheftic out from the forcefield and onto the ground with a thud.
The two Probacons then jumped towards each other under Cheftic’s eye.
They meshed together and became whole again as they landed onto the surface with their feet. "How…are you getting stronger?" Cheftic asked with genuine presentation.
"Ha! Not one clue. Maybe I'm secretly All-Meridian too!!" Probacon joked as he stood with hands akimbo and a backward slant of his upper frame…
《Now, within him flows…The pure spark of the Meridian.》
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