> Seething and boiling, is the cauldron of a king's anger.

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The investigative alliance had now reorganized themselves to their present stations, granting to others information of the discovery of Wells’s death, and their conclusions from all that surrounded the circumstance.

Drizzled, Huo and Galax sat together in one space, having been eliminated in the first round. In another were Adashu, Kai, and Hether, all removed during the second. And in the space for the current round were David, Wok, Noot, Fighter, Kuroko, Purogu, Pika, Watch, Umbra and Yurupt. Their eyes, all their eyes, fixed on the podium on which battle was designed for, they awaited the calling that was to eventually come.

An impatient Umbra was first to speak, itching for the thrill of competitive combat. "Shall one of us surely be next?”

"Hopefully! My hands haven't done what they do best for a while. They're starting to feel numb!" Wok replied, sticking out his hands and shaking them with verve.

"Well, I do hope a certain one of us doesn't…" Noot uttered with a stony look and a semblance of ominous shape, placing Wok in a state of sudden bemusement. "Eh!? Who, faw?”

Noot just simply stared back at the Ghouling. And thus it took him not long to realize despite his common slowness. “Oh…” He bellowed as he turned his head, followed suit by Yurupt and Watch, and more subtly Fighter, towards the right side of their lot.

Their eyes directed to the Nafiman prince, whose emotional fire burned ferociously on the inside, but simply kept rather normal outward stern expressions in contrast.

"Now! Without further delay!" Dgiag announced.

And thus spun the wheels, seeming to take up more chronal lengths as their cycles motioned forward, driving into the watchers that uneasy feeling they so were averse to.

And did that anticipation grow greater, heightened by the slow reaching of inertness the wheels would eventually enter.

They then completely stopped, indicating towards two sections and their tags.

Though not all showed it, the alliance members in that particular space could be sensed carrying a collective agitation, whilst David breathed to calm himself.

He was teleported onto the battleground, with another in concurrent tow.

"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE! OUR NEXT COMBATANTS!!!" Dgiag announced loudly, drawing a response of even more magnamious cheering.

"In the one corner; Once again! A favorite of this great event! The Grandmasters' Ultimate Design! The Battlefield Gamemaster! Mægnùa Irœkō-bùœr*! Thousand-Named Royal! ‘Dark Prince’ David Uno!!!"

From the crowds then came supernatural cheers, which came expected with the territory those very names marked.

However, David sighed in much exasperation. "Is that not one too many a moniker?”

"Truly. A few more and you'd have an entire extended lineage!" Dgiag joked with friendly intetnt, gaining but a peer of disinterest from the prince’s eyes.

"Ehem. And in the other…”

"A man of questionable character. But a powerful man, nonetheless! The Ire of The West! Raiven Broque!!"

There was a reception of greater medley, but cheers and chants were still present for this name.

Raiven stepped forward, the status of a human male of deeply tanned skin, standing at an above-average length, and with brown spiky short hair that fell backwards, almond-shaped green-irised eyes and a roughly square face, marked with some tattoos on his right hand that extended into his covered arm. His attire was of a simple red and brown leather jacket atop a plain black vest, orange jumping pants and gray boots, accessorized by goggles of a sunny hue.

《Raiven Broque. The Calvarian. Age 24.》

To David he smirked. But from David he received a contemptuous glare

"Well…at least some love me!" He said, sequenced with a laugh and a spin of unbothered prepositions.

David looked at his actions with great indifference, focusing rather on the Djikk. "Shall we commence, great one?”

"But of course! Show your respects!" Dgiag said, as David performed that standard Neodean greeting as before, but his opponent barely did anything.

Dgiag transposed out of the Field, then signaled for the battle to begin.

The two entered an initial staredown, with facial expressions and body language both displaying heightened focus.

Then, David spoke, and confused the human as he did. "Before we begin, I have a small question to ask…"

He opened his mouth to continue.

"...Why?"

Raiven initially reacted with a stunned raise of his brow.

But upon his realization of the meaning of those words, his laughter was uncontainable, cackling and howling with each breath of his.

David was unfazed however, having already expected such a response, looking now only to act accordingly from then on.

"Ohhh, man. You're hilarious!" Raiven said, still laughing. "Does this look like the face of a man currently making jest?" David asked with a venomous tone, visibly infuriated.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry and all.” Raiven said, beginning to calm down, waving his hand about. "Still…"

"I don’t involve myself in dirty work.”

Then without delay, David rapidly swung an arm to his wayside.

And in an instant, the space Raiven occupied was sliced in three places, thus dissecting him as well, which divided his upper and lower halves at his abdomen, and completely swept away his left leg and left arm, leaving the blood to spill from those regions.

"Wha–huh…?"

“AIEEEEEE!!!” He yelled in a virulent manner, as the parts present fell onto the ground.

David began walking towards him, shooting a cold glare at his fallen adversary.

"Have you not tailed Deriba's rear? Is he not involved in whatever this bedlam is!? And can you not be thus easily tied to it as well!!?” He stated, with lower but harsher soundings that progressively worsened in scale with each question.

“And he called me out for doing it…” Fighter snarkily commented.

Raiven looked up in an unadulterated bewilderment, seeing a side to this particular being deemed to be beyond all possibility. “So once more, I shall ask with nicety…”

David bent down, aiming to truly see eye-to-eye with the man he had just sliced apart.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Why. Is. This?" He inquired with a riveting voice and a intensely piercing glare.

A glare strong enough to pierce fear into Raiven's being, making him static from sheer unhindered terror.

Which made even the audience question just what was happening, and why the prince undertook this manner of approach.

Suddenly, David’s expression jumped, as though coming back to his normal self in notice of Raiven’s childlike reaction.

"Ah…did I overdo it..? I apologize. This is a means I prefer to not employ…" He said in his usual calm tone, confusing Raiven even more.

"But…to make you speak…to gain introspection…and to send a message…I needed to do it, above all else."

Raiven began to irately growl from his now present and rising anger.

"You…"

"YOU ASSHOLE!!!" Raiven screeched in anger, producing a powerful burst that slightly forced David back.

The Nafiman was with an initial slight unpreparedness, but would find an instant recovery, planting himself onto the ground.

Raiven's body parts began to float towards the similarly levitating upper body, meshing themselves back together with a technological design alongside that.

David looked on as they completely rejoined, marking his opponent’s restoration. Fear tactics didn't work…no surprise…

Now, we do battle! He made an immediate rush for Raiven.

And twice, he was able to strike at his opponent with sheer speed.

But at the third attempt, Raiven managed to displace him, positioning him high into the aerial space.

What?

Raiven followed up by firing at him a stellular energy blast.

Then David swiftly performed a claw hand gesture with a hand covered in the neonical chromes of Void energy.

And with Void Rein, he teleported himself back to the surface, and wasted no time in charging at his opponent again.

This time, Raiven had readied more, unleashing a blast of even greater thew in this instance.

~Dark Guard!~ Crossing both his arms to guard, David empowered them with Void energy, forming a hemispherical barrier, which was durable enough to block the blast’s full brunt.

He finally placed it down upon the attack’s conclusion, looking at Raiven afterwards.

Raiven stared back, preparing his next move.

Then David would enter his analytic meditation. Raiven Broque…In retrospect, he's physically my lesser. His abilities however…

He stopped for a brief moment, only to continue instantly.

With an archetypical technologic absorption power with which he's absorbed modified forms of abilities like the Doorways of Valhalla, Endless, regeneration, chronokinesis, reality shifting, ki utilization, and likely more…

And as the prince’s train of thought went on, so did the train of Raiven’s sprint towards him begin.

Added to all his standard Meridian and other archetypical powers, and possession of special nanotechnology…

A deep sharpness is required here the most! David finished, timely to block an incoming strike by Raiven.

David retracted his ornaments and amulet by swiftly pulling the necklace off.

Raiven stepped back, looking for another chance to strike.

"You will not find one!,” shouted David, simultaneously throwing Void energy in electric bolts at Raiven.

Raiven subsequently sidestepped the projectiles, but even that did not delay the emphatic explosion they produced.

I also need to avoid a hand-to-hand contest with this man… David thought, in the process of formulating something else yet, with his hands placed together and his eyes closed.

And with the transcendental forces he could call upon and channel, he birthed two titanic arms of a mystic light, gesturing with them to grab an unaware Raiven with them.

"W-wait…" Raiven muttered in realization.

With these, a direct psychic link can be formed. And to be mentally strong is required to make use…how good it is that my mind is a fortified bastion.

Then the Nafiman prince tightly clenched his conjoined hands.

And the titanic hands would act accordingly and connect the two’s minds and souls, but it seemed rather uneasy for Raiven, who screamed in deep pain from a lack of familiarity. “GYAAAHHH!!!”

But David wavered not on focus, placing that only in his current task of scanning through the recent memories the human possessed, finding little of interest as he did. If I can just get those…

Suddenly, he reached an image of Raiven speaking to Deriba on something, which caught his interest.

But in a burst of emphatic willpower, Raiven blasted away the arms with a doming burst, much to the surprise of David who could only shield himself with his forearm at that moment.

The Nafiman prince eventually stood tall again, prepared for all that was building up.

Raiven looked on at David angrily, proceeding to create from the length of his arm a giant blaster of nanomachines, intricately formed and designed with features of a more advanced technology, bursting at the seams with even extra ports for energy to be expunged, and it appeared to have its efficiencies as well.

And then from it he fired a vigorous beam at David.

David looked to teleport to evade the attack, but Raiven was capable of foreseeing that.

Using his chronokinetic abilities, he froze time in a small radius which had both him and the prince as the fulcrum.

But David countered, making use of Void Rein to simply allow him to move in that stopped time.

"Not bad.” Raiven said, slightly impressed.

He was quickly met with a flurry of energy-augmented strikes by a levitating David however, as the prince had immediately teleported to him after that.

With the last strike, David sent him crashing across the ground with extravagant force, causing some incursive damage to the very surface in the direction he was sent.

David himself then charged to that place, crashing into it with an even greater effort.

Now Raiven had left from that area of danger prior, and in a mere two hundred and twenty microseconds, had made his way back with a rush to attempt a strike at the prince.

But David’s speed in reflexive measure was superior, so he evaded by taking a leap backwards.

He proceeded to strike Raiven back with a forceful straight hand.

Then came from him a switch to dynabolic blasts to further inflict damage onto the defenseless opposition.

But Raiven’s recovery was relatively as unnatural as the prince’s, healing and them immediately opening the “Doorways of Valhalla”, and in essence was of a multitude of small circular white portals outlined with machinial gold, with weapons starting to protrude from them pointed only in the direction of the prince.

Those very weapons were catapulted at their target, but he simply avoided each and every one of them.

And with haste he would complete this streak with a strong punch rattling into his opponent’s face.

"This speed variance will be the end of this.”

He would follow through with it, launching Raiven great distances from him.

Energy began to be concentrated at the instep of his right leg, and was made to also spin with furiosity.

~POWER: IKOSI, GYRO SHOT!!!~ He volleyed that spiraling orb with a blast at Raiven.

And it found success, pushing the human even further back with vim.

And eventually it detonated, with an explosion requiring the Field to shift its size once more

David then took a proper stance, as he expected the battle not to end with that. "It's hardly close to the end…is it?"

Suddenly, a figure propelled from the cloud of dust the explosion had brought about, and David’s eyes became peered onto it.

It landed right behind him, drawing the need for him to turn to it.

It was Raiven, closing his eyes alongside an exuding of a frosty aura of unnotable presentation.

He opened his eyes, revealing a change in his pigment from green to silver.

David's eyes widened in instant recognition of this power…

《Can this be…?》

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