> Feel my fist, strong and gage. Feel my fury, the power of thìs simian rage.

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Fighter would keep wary watch of this brutish adversary, in patient wait. While he had noted that battling this manner of being would be of much ease, he still kept great caution.

Just because he's brainless, and a more likely than not an easy victory, does not call for any sort of oversight. Vigilance, opportunism, and…assessment of all he can do are still actions to be enacted. He thought, as Limes got up from his position, with a more stern expression, fixed on Fighter.

Fighter positioned himself, in preparation for how this instinctual creature would act.

Rushing forward at his highest possible speed, with sonic booms busting all over, Limes went at Fighter, labouring for a punch.

But he was too slow, too predictable, and as such Fighter would find it untroubling to block.

He stepped back, fuming of irritation, and continued on with the flurry of attacks. A flurry well-countered by Fighter with no issue, who showed signs of slowly grew weary of the battle.

And with a single punch he sent Limes flying at a fast pace, and it would take long for the Yama to finally attain his halt.

He looked up with his jaw dropped in shock.

"I'm well aware that one like you can't understand even basic words, so…hopefully, that was indicative of it…” Fighter said to him.

"Indicative of the now large gap present between us."

Limes responded with a low growl, gnashing his teeth in anger.

He charged yet again at the anticipating Sarhun.

Kitai-tan! Fighter thought, completely unsheathing the katana on his hip, for it was what he would use for his next offensive act.

~Wind Style: Edged Whirlwind.~ Fighter dashed forward at blinding speeds and slashed continuously in a horizontal cyclone pattern, which all cut Limes, even cutting off one of his hands.

Limes was instinctual, but even beings that relied on only senses could sense the throbbing presence of danger. And so he hopped back, looking for a moment of repose.

But in an instant Fighter darted to him so as to not grant him such a hiatus, stunning the demon.

~Wind Style: Smoke Storm!~ And then the so-called Shadow Hunter began a rotatory ballet in an uppercut motion, formulating a tornado of slashes narrowly avoided by his opposer.

He sheathed his katana again. I should look to end things cleanly and early, so…

He would then stick his hand into two pockets on the inner side of his coat.

And with swift and sleek dragging motions of each hand across their opposite arms, he would place ornaments upon them.

Ornaments which were as follows: technological rings on each finger with a differed colour of each head, and arm bangles with glowing inscriptions five per arm.

《He retrieves his tools of technicality, and tools mystic…》 《Modified by him, to greaten his acumen in combat. To combat the dark forces,...》

He looked to Limes boldly, signalling to the Yama to "come forward" with a hand.

《To show his volition true.》

“RAAAAARRR!!!,” roared an incensed Limes, as he headed towards Fighter

Time to let loose!, thought Fighter as he easily evaded an incoming hit from Limes.

Using the bangles, he blasted Wells away with a powerful pulse of tunnelled energy.

Strangely he threw some bangles off each arm, but then immediately connected them to those he still wore by energy threads, which he then used to grab an unaware Limes.

With these, he flung his opponent to the wayside, recalling the ornaments with immediate effect.

He then clenched his fists with apprehensive vigour.

And then rushed over to Limes with pulsating tempo, leaving the Yama undoubtedly baffled.

His next acts were swift, precise, and powerful, delivering well-placed shots all over Limes’s frame with his fists, using those rings as sort of “technologic brass knuckles”, as not only did they hit well, but also induced from some of each cold, electric shock, intense heat, tangible darkness, electromagnetic pulses, focused high-power deconstructive force, focused high-speed pnematic force, and high-speed, powerful neutronic power all upon that body of Limes’s.

Limes took the full brunt of all those attacks, and all those effects, but even still managed to survive and fight on.

Using the bangles, which had bolstered both his toughness and velocity, he clapped strong enough to create a shockwave that forced Limes back.

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Then, his might would be heightened rapidly, as though not present in the form of any semblance or burst, it was clear he now possessed earth-shattering power, born of the essence that flowed in him and metaphysically gave him vitality.

He found no more need for his accessories, so he simply took them off with the intent to return them.

Limes glared at him with upshot brows.

"What's wrong? Never seen an empowered Sarhun?"

But Limes simply took a stance, a spread-legged half-crouched one, yelling and seemingly powering up.

A large burst of aura, of a purple shade, emerged from him and encompassed him, as his rising hair and irides became shades of the colour.

…The Rigour Flow…how'd he get that? And to what extent does his operate? Fighter questioned and he lowered his brows in a neutral stare.

Oh, well...it's to test the degree of it in action.

"So, bring it on!" Fighter exclaimed, immediately dashing towards Limes with no hesitancy.

Limes reciprocated the same motion, culminating in a shared clash at a common point.

And from their clash would their contest of combat commence, with Limes's attacks more disarrayed, though possessing strange similarity to the Krav Maga style, thus having Fighter keep his guard on high alert. Atop that, it seemed every strike Fighter landed on the demon would act to help him grow somewhat in strength, and it seemed his already instinctual nature became more and more animalistic with each moment.

So he prepared his strategy, focusing on holds, throws and strikes to find ways to effectively incapacitate his opponent. It was a back-and-forth, in the sense that Fighter’s holds and throws were easily shaken, but Limes still found no means to deliver a solid attack to the pragmatic opposition.

And though not verbatim, it was clear Fighter was keeping his and Limes’s full might at bay, restricting the affect to the structures the platform boasted.

The exchange would end when with the use of a great electrical current of another source, Fighter jabbed Limes with a surging jolt, delivering to him damage of notable severity.

From there he would quickly throw a small pike at Limes, who was privy to it and dodged efficiently.

But it was misdirection, as cupping his hands parallel to each other at the side of his body, he concentrated ki.

~HERMIT WAVE!!!~ He fired that ki in a powerful wave, which hit and harmed Limes to a serious extent.

Limes fell to one knee, panting heavily, with all his body covered in great scars, though his healing factor aided in his recovery.

"You really are something else…" Fighter said as he tilted his head slightly downwards. A real tough cookie, even…

Limes simply stared blankly in response.

"But…even cookies can be softened up.”

Fighter proceeded to sprint at his opponent, who began to do something with his hands.

That's–!, thought Fighter in alarm.

In an instant, his astral self seemingly began leaving his body, as well as Limes.

《With his specialized Ogre-dark Technique, he pulls psyches from the physical body…Doing as he pleases in the astral world.》

I don't have time for this… Fighter noted, placing a hand into another pocket.

Slowly, he and Limes's astral selves began to make return to their physical plane, much to the demon's bewilderment.

Eventually, this process would be completed, with the brace now back in their complete physical forms.

Limes looked at Fighter with a perplexed stare.

"Just a special ‘power-off’ button I made, dealing with incomplete powers like that.” Fighter explained, which seemed to irritate Limes.

The demon began charging at him again.

Fighter performed a minor crouch, taking a posture ready to deliver the final strike. He hasn't noticed it also nullified his regenerative ability. Good. That simply means…

Suddenly, Limes’s size began to undergo a shift to the positive end, reaching heights over seven feet tall. But it was nothing that shook the ever-focused Wynn Fighter.

Patient…

He waited for long, but waited in patience, and as LImes neared him, his hand readied for action.

Now!

With a quick rush, Fighter closed the gap between both of them, positioned to land a punch to the Yama’s midsection.

A strong strike to a precise spot…

And then he would blitz past Limes, completely delivering a follow-through cross punch of otherworldly might to the demon.

Limes retched out blood, beginning to slowly but surely lose consciousness.

…with the proper outdraw!

The Field restructured, as Limes fell forward onto the floor.

To all the audience, the winner was definitive.

"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE, THE VICTOR OF THIS BATTLE IS…WYNN FIGHTER!!!" Dgiag announced, causing great cheers from the crowds to erupt in a frenzy.

Fighter turned to look at Limes as the latter lay on the floor with not a hint of any awareness of all that occurred around him.

"I would use the Surfeit Imp if I could to take some of your abilities, but…most aren't worth my while, and..it'd be a bit ‘dishonourable’." He said softly, bringing their contest to its utter end.

《Victor: Wynn Fighter.》

Meanwhile, in the Third-Round Seating, Probacon and company watched on. "Fighter is that strong!?" The Djin asked with widened eyes. "It is bizarre, but I did state he has defeated demonic hosts…" David responded exasperatedly, at both Probacon and his prior clash with the Sarhun. "Pro, I think you really need to pay more attention.” Wok added.

"Oh, look who's talking.” Noot mockingly rebutted, with Wok swiftly turning to give him a ired scowl.

"Still, that's an insane feat. And we don't even know what his limits are yet.” Kuroko added, garnering a general consensus of agreement.

David was swift to turn his attention elsewhere, to discuss something with another. "By the way. Probacon.” "Hm?" Probacon responded, tilting his head slightly backwards.

"What did you entail…by saying Deriba is ‘not our guy’?" "Oh…that."

"Guess…I just couldn't find it. Amidst all the spiralling chaos I sensed within…the eye of all that didn’t…indicate to all that. You get me?" Probacon said, as he looked forward.

"Hmm. Your point has validity. And with our recent find, it seems even more likely.” David responded with folded arms. "What's that?"

"Glad you asked. Walk with me. You guys too."

"Huh?" Wok and Kuroko said simultaneously as they bent forward, and a reclining and resting Noot opened his eyes, and Probacon glared with a pout, still full of inquiries…

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