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Archversal Showdown, #56 - The Super

Archversal Showdown, #56 - The Super

> Two, on worlds not of origin. Two striving, for the right in total.

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The wheels came to a complete and total halt, and eyes widened as they lay on the view of the select

The two were instantaneously teleported into the Field, as Dgiag chuckled.

"BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!! THE WHEELS HAVE CHOSEN!!!"

He was once again met with ferocious roars of cheers, this time greatly louder than before.

"In the first corner, once more! The renowned pure-hearted warrior, who fights for good and the thrill! Protector of The Earth of the Drabol-7 Universe’s prime timeline! The Great Stone Monkey! The Legendary Supreme Sarhun!! Fire Fist, Pika Tsuki!!!"

The crowds’ cheers for Pika were mighty, who, now in a gi like before but with darker patches of the outside of each upper leg akin to thigh guards of certain battlesuits, added with bands of his usual color scheme, chuckled with a wide grin. "Heh-heh. Still surprised I'm this famous."

"I'm still surprised that he's from an alternate reality in my multiverse.” Probacon said, in a mood of unrivaled rhapsody. "The Rootlets that are the manifolds always are of wonder.” David would reply.

But his reply left Probacon only slowly tilting his head sidewards in an inconcealable confusion. "Haah?. The prince was however endearing to the Djin, so he simply chuckled. "Maybe another time.”

"And in the other, once more! One who also made an alien planet his home, fighting for all that's true and just upon it and beyond. Man of Pewter!! The Golden Boy!! The Supernal!! Talisman!!!" The masses cheered just as greatly, as Talisman, still in his prior attire, his ebony hair visibly wavy like an ocean in a short cut with two small thin strands stuck out in front, and with his faciality, muscularity and broad shoulders greatly defined, floated closer to the fray, with a radiant smile emanating rays of goodness from his person.

《Talisman. The Ideal Hero. Age 32.》

"So the dream match does happen.” He said with a deep but soothing voice.

Pika chuckled.

"Respects, great men.” Dgiag implored, and the two acted in accord, performing a martial art bow and Stralean greeting where he bowed with his thumb placed on his forehead respectively.

They took their stances, Pika in a kung fu pose where his legs were widened and his arms away from each other with one behind himself, with his fingers positioned differently, while Talisman simply floated slightly above the ground with crossed arms, but laser focused.

Dgiag transposed from the Field, ready to signal the match's start.

"BEGIN!!!"

Instantly, both men dashed at each other.

Their clenched fists they clashed, causing a shockwave that rippled across an awakened platform of planetarian mass.

They retraced themselves, with only the intent to properly begin their shared challenge.

They began flying at and clashing with each other constantly, leaving but blurry afterimages of themselves drawn as the lines of their paths of motion.

Pika made the first true move, darting at Talisman who waited in complete anticipation.

He threw a hook punch, but with swiftness it was dodged.

He attempted a spinning follow-through roundhouse with his left leg, but even that was evaded.

Talisman then threw a punch of his own which was successful, but could only striked the defensive crossed arms of Pika, and push him back with a drag across the ground.

He finally came to a stop, looking up to present a gallant smile towards his contemporary.

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A smile which was returned with true sportsmanship.

And in a sudden burst, the Stralean charged at Pika, much to the latter's surprise.

He foresaw imminent danger, so he began flying upwards with his ki, with Talisman immediately taking after him.

The chase went on for a long moment, ending upon the Sarhun’s swift change in view, turning to face Talisman.

He then fired off high-speed bolides of ki at his opponent, many of which were found to be evadable.

But a few of the last batch did meet the mark, and thus from that came an emphatic explosion.

Pika kept watch, yet unknowing of the effects of that attempt.

It looked to have been successful upon Talisman’s barreling from the smoke cloud and striking of Pika’s face with sturdy force.

Pika was sent crashing down towards the platform of the Field, and through a variety of elevated earth as he neared the main surface, finally doing so with a violent boom and creating a crater in the ground.

But he snappily recuperated, kipping up from his laid out position into a semi-crouched pose.

“HAAAAAA!!!” He began screaming as he strained his entire body in great veracity in a stance of curled arms and angled knees.

Talisman stopped for the time to simply observe.

Pika then powered up, becoming a Supreme Sarhun, with standing and swaying strong golden yellow hair, irides like jades and great flaming aura.

And in a matter of seconds, he evolved into a “Supercharged Sarhun”, with a more sparking aura, even spikier hair and electric discharge, making a slight shift of his position.

And once again, he moved into a “Sarhun Deity”, a form of his normal hair in a ruby-red shade and a flaring scarlet aura with grayed irides, slightly shifting his position again.

And finally, he came to be a “Supreme Sarhun Deity”, with standing sapphire blue hair and irides, and a flaming blue aura and outline, with this final metamorphosis creating a great shockwave, as well as bursts of energy and heat.

He looked at Talisman with a determined smirk.

And the platform just as before would become a vast expanse, of a plethora of worlds and spheres of extraordinary manners.

And in a flash of untenable speed, both men clashed fists again.

A clash that could be felt for great paces unknown.

And they repeated it consistently, as at speeds of unnatural paces and limits they raced about, continuously canceling out each other's strikes with their own. In some instances, both had fists encoated with elements, Pika's of flame of his essence, and Talisman's of the thew of his biofield and bioelectricity. This spell of combat carried on for long, finally ending when both struck so hard they were pushed a reasonable distance from each other purely by the force.

"So you too restrict the destructive impact of your attacks, huh?" Talisman asked with a smile, as Pika nodded in response.

"Yup! Though, surprised you could learn that method…"

"Our means should just differ, since I'm just holding back significantly.”

"Wait, so no ki concentration? No fist angling?,” inquired a confused Pika, causing Talisman to chuckle with a sigh. "The first…no. The second, not entirely untrue."

"Huh. Weird. Still…good to see you're as much a challenge as I hoped! But, hold back no more! Give it you all!!,” exclaimed Pika, loosely flexing his arms and placing them close to his torso.

Talisman looked down to his half-closed hand, entering a deep thought.

But he returned himself with an emboldened sense, clenching and raising that very hand. "...Alright!"

Pika chuckled, beginning to prepare ki en masse.

Meanwhile, Talisman began taking some of the energy he had absorbed prior, focusing it much more smoothly, being covered in a bio-electric aura at the same time.

Their eyes had both been closed before then, but they opened them with haste upon task completion.

And yet again, at those same grand speeds, they made their way towards each other with a rush.

And simultaneously, they punched each other, sending themselves flying through the location that they took.

They both slowed down, stopping completely eventually, now both put out of their respective powerups from the strikes.

They smiled at each other, in respect and appraisal.

“How was that?” Talisman asked.

“Awesome!” Pika replied with a joyful laugh.

“Oh, forgot to mention. Cool cape!” He said, pointing towards Talisman's cape, and placing the Stralean's attention on it. “Ah, this old thing? Ma made it for me–.”

But in a use of a distraction and Ki Conduction, Pika teleported to Talisman, attempting to strike a pressure point on his neck, but to no success.

He tried a few more hits, which barely really did much to the latter’s improved self.

Talisman then swiftly brushes his opponent to the side.

And at great speeds, he aimed to land yet another punch on Pika.

Suddenly, Pika closed his eyes and breathed, entering in a total concentration as a familiar frosty aura began to form around him…

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