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The pulse bided in perambulating the platform, echoing strangely as though an eerie radar with each oscillation.

With a forearm placed before his jaw area and a squint of eyes, Probacon looked forward to its source, the demigod called Bora.

And so did his duplicates, though completely static wherever they stood, as the Djin reasoned this phenomena. What the–? What is he doing? Well, whatever it is,…

I can't loosen up now! He stretched out his completely widened hand to concentrate ki, grasping the median of that forearm with his other.

But something strange happened. The energy failed to properly form, constantly dilating and expanding, fluctuating in its intensity and energy intended.

Probacon noticed this, and greatly was he confused by the occurrence. Wha-?

And within a fraction of a moment afterward, just as he mentated that one word, the continuously fluctuating vitality exploded even in his hand and right in front of him.

He was sent flying backwards as a result, but he would survive nonetheless. It simultaneously reached all his doubles, leading to the evisceration of each and every last one of them present.

The crowds reacted in a general shock to the sudden turn of events, yet they were still deeply drawn in by the ongoing phase, so onto the Field they looked keenly.

What!?, exclaimed David in his thoughts.

Probacon finally would thud onto the ground below.

Bora concluded his emissions, bowing his head to the ground and staying in a loosely crablike stance.

He raised his head, and made one utterance. "It begins..."

"Frying" MY circuits…how in the–? The Djin rationalized as he sat up, with a swipe to his lower lip with one forearm and a bewildered expression, amidst Bora still in his line of sight.

…I'd have expected this from All-Meridians. Then again…

I expected deific magic to be wild!! "What now, Djin?" Bora asked of him, as from behind him began to grow a numerous value of boisterous tree roots.

He directed all towards Probacon at speeds just above that of the latter's more consistent peak rates of motion, but Probacon was quick to catch onto the incoming strikes.

《The Hand lunges his claws at the young sprout.》

"Gyuh!" Probacon yelped as he attempted an evasion, just barely managing to volt away, as the roots destructively bored into the ground where he had left.

The Djin skid across the floor with a spin and facing down, whilst on one knee and one hand and one foot, and his last arm stuck out away from his body.

He looked up with but a fierce grit of determination marked on his face.

Then he made a break towards Bora, who himself lowered his guard.

Probacon pulled back his clenched right hand with the intent only to land a powerful punch.

With that, he struck Bora’s sternum, as the strike sounded with a wham.

From it a powerful wave burst out from through and behind Bora, sweeping away a staggering amount of earth close to the surface on a tellurian level.

But it left Bora wanting, as the demigod looked downward with a slit tilt of pure disappointment.

"Uhhhh…," muttered the Djin, carrying his eyes to meet Bora’s with a tinge of regret in them.

"Utterly useless!!!,” shouted Bora, swatting him a great distance from himself in the opposing direction. "Oof!”

Probacon went on to ragdoll across the ground for a few instances.

"What…now?" Bora asked, sterner and with a thunderous rumble that appeared as though the empty void could’ve been rumbled by it had he not been restricted by himself.

The Djin, who had stopped ragging across the floor by now, slowly rose with his hand on the struck area of his head, and with his gaze completely focused on Bora.

With his hand still covering that part, from his boldness came a smirk, and a confident one at that.

Suddenly, two rifts opened up behind and above Bora, who instantly detected them, and was bemused by their sudden appearance, having believed those doubles would be of no trouble.

And as he swiftly turned to them, out jumped those same doubles with a juvenated spring in their step.

"Once more; an inane act!" Bora would unleash forcefully powerful black tendrils surrounded in energies of all sorts at the clones, energies which radiated a dark blue glow, black bolts outlined with red, and a multicolored aura.

But as they got impaled by the tendrils, both doubles caused the activation of a strange strategic device they carried which shot violet bolts of violet energy.

The bolts zipped past Bora, who instantly took notice of them, and kept an eye on their traversal, and their destination.

The bolts would go on to hit the main Probacon, and be assimilated into his form.

With closed eyes and a breath, he could feel it. The return of the coursing of energy throughout his entire being, signified with a similar violet glow and the tightening of his body and curled arms.

Eventually, the glow stopped, so Probacon released the pressure he exerted on himself amidst Bora’s watchful eye.

He then smirked at his opposition.

Suddenly, the area beneath Bora began to rumble ferociously, causing even small stones in that area to shake with force. This is…

He swiftly bolted from his position, in time to avoid an erupting pillar of pink material forcefully rising from the ground.

He planted pieces o’ himself underneath the world…cunning…

Bora began to travel towards the Djin, having to avoid even more pillars as they erupted, a task which he undertook with the most effective grace.

A volatile situation, nonetheless…

But in an instant, Probacon appeared directly before him, reaching speeds beyond his standard prior peak at that moment.

《A swift action!》

He went in for an unrelenting barrage, landing various punches to the head and torso of his opposition in exuberantly rapid succession.

To follow up, he kicked Bora upwards, much to the demigod's surprise.

Turning then to face the sky and the Olympian who currently was there, he conjured up lightning through magical means and energy and shot it straight at the one above him.

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There was a success in the attack, but no real result came from it, as Bora simply blocked with his arms crossed, exhuming smoke as the aftereffect.

The demigod now looked to retaliate, so he pushed back down to the ground with a powerful force.

Hmph! Gotta try this!, thought Probacon, who made a swift attempt to intercept his opponent after reading him, stretching out his expanding arms towards him.

Those hands would make contact, and then began to completely encompass and engulf the bewildered demigod. Probacon too began expanding and reeling his hands right back to himself.

He placed his hands, as well as the engulfed Bora, into a region of his abdomen, beginning to pull them into his being.

An action that could only leave the audiences looking with dumbstruck reactions.

The process would eventually cease, with Bora now completely absorbed by Probacon.

"Did he just…?" Wok asked with a brow slightly raised and head slightly tilted.

But David could only analyze the ability in use. Djin Absorption…surprisingly, no Djin in this event has yet to use it for unknown reasons, especially considering its capabilities. I expected him not to either. But…

"Hmm…,” bellowed Fighter in his own seat.

Well, uh… Probacon began thinking, as he had previously believed the tactic would gain little to no success, expecting the worst from his use of it.

Suddenly his body began to bloat, steadily but surely expanding from within, which he himself caught a whiff of.

He exploded in a literal sense, as a great portion of his body was blown away and pieces of himself from his abdomen began flying around. "YEOW-ZA!!!"

From the smoke emitting from his stomach, Bora skipped out, covered in soot and pieces of the Djin.

He would dust those elements off of himself, simultaneously admiring Probacon’s mentality, and observing the Djin’s rapid regeneration. What a strategy…

Suddenly, Probacon fired a voracious gale from his hand, which Bora swiftly dodged by jumping to the side.

From the demigod’s body came numerous bullets of bright light fired at great intensity. All of which Probacon could find ways to elude and pull back for a moment.

Across the length of his forearm then formed five small teal discs of his vitality.

He then swung his arm outwardly, sending all the discs, all with a spinning motion to them, in Bora's direction.

But the demigod was left puzzled as they all made their ways to his side rather that directly at him.

In a short moment however, they would all simultaneously detonate, leaving a gargantuan explosion with a fast and powerful shockwave that reached Probacom despite the vast gap that separated the two at the time..

But Bora simply flew from the cloud, signifying once again that it had failed to cause any real trouble to him.

Probacon realized he was to act fast, so swiftly did he hold out his hand and materialize his signature steel. I’ll use that!

~Insect Style: Many-Legged Zigzag!!!~ Now locomoting at full speed, he began racing unidirectionally in a zigzag pattern, which Bora could keep sight of, but could not completely grasp the movements or the intent behind them.

In a sudden move, Probacon darted at Bora with his blade pointed to.

He went in looking for a sharp stab to the gut, but Bora repelled the attack with a powerful parry from his own.

Probacon scoffed.

He then began zipping around at even greater acceleration, forming a number of afterimages in his wake which seemed all to keep Bora's attention.

And in a swift incomprehensible motion, Probacon arrived before Bora, seemingly stabbing his neck with his blade with so much thrust it procured a shockwave and a gust so strong they targeted the tips of nearing mounts.

But Bora’s reflexes and dexterity were amongst the highest of the high, and he had already placed the side of his sword between his neck and Probacon’s blade tip as a last defensive wall.

He smiled at the Djin, appreciative for his attempt.

Probacon returned his gesture, albeit his was one more full of nerves.

Suddenly, the former used his mind to release a great wave that pushed him and his opponent back down to the surface.

Both however landed standing on their two feet, all amidst the battle finally clocking the eight minute mark.

Then, another oddity occured. Bora began to mildly chuckle.

That mild action would escalate in its nature, transforming a hearty laugh.

The majority of those who viewed the ongoing battle did not hide their perplexion at his sudden outburst, as though his works so far had been bizarre, this one was especially so.

Probacon however, understood all it stood for, looking at his opponent with serious presentation in both body and mind.

"What a contest this hath been, Djin Pro. As this tale's ‘villain’, verily I have reveled in it.” He said as he concluded his laughter, looking at Probacon with all the respect one can give. "But…"

"Whensoever shall it be?"

Probacon would let off a somber smile, one filled with sobriety and a deep desire.

Afterwards however, only a greatly radiant smile could be seen on his face.

"Like I said before, (and I'll rephrase…)"

"I'm going out…with a bang!!!" He proclaimed as he began charging an immense amount of energy between previously raised hands, simultaneously condensing it with similar immense force.

“IN ALL HOPES OF BEATING YOU!!!”

Bora's eyes widened in a horrified realization, seeing in his eyes the boy’s intent. Say not–?!! He–??!!

"~NOVA BANG!!!~,” exclaimed the Djin.

He then forced his hands together, completely collapsing that energy between them.

And as a result, said energy exploded cataclysmically, letting off an astronomic radiation of its light, heat, and all else of relevancy, at the same time also sending a great destructive pulse through a vastly large platform, which affected it, one as great as Probacon's previous battles.

In shock and in awe did the masses look onto the place of battle, utterly amazed by this performed feat.

In eventuality, the explosion settled and ceased, leaving behind only a mass amount of dust and particles.

Dust which began dissipating, and revealed a hand, outlined with golden streak and with a radiant yellow gem in hand.

The dust began completely clearing, revealing the hand to be Bora's, with his full body covered in the same glow, mildly crouched and panting rather heftily. Hadst I not readied this Chasm Gem before battle…

Probacon…

That force wast egal to…the likes o’ a greatly massive star’s collapse, or a micro-instantaneous magnetar, or both in one. In short…a type o’ superluminous supernova, the most vibrant o’ them all…

《The power of a dying star…factored.》

Before him stands Probacon, still as he was when he performed his attack, but bruised greatly and with one arm completely blown off, but the intact one lifted up.

Breathing heavily, the Djin began to slowly tilt down his skyward head to look at his opposition, prompting the latter to prepare with urgency.

But, the Djin only chuckled. "Hehe. Boom."

His irides faded away as he began to wobble forward, signaling his incapacitation for the moment, and from the battle.

He fell over onto the ground on his dorsal area, with Bora focused on him totally.

Dgiag begins announcing with Bora’s gaze still on the Djin. "BEINGS OF THE OMNIVERSE!!!..."

"THIS BATTLE'S VICTOR IS…BORA!!!" He finished, with the Coliseum rising in a balanced mix of jeers and cheers, displaying the variety in opinions.

"Well, he lost…,” Wok said in a satirical tone.

David simply looked down in disappointment, not in his ally's efforts, but the final result, wondering the nature of the whiplash of the occurrence.

Probacon's allies looked down in dull or unwelcoming moods.

While some adversaries, especially Deriba, looked on with cheerful smiles.

All whilst Probacons himself still lay unconscious on the ground.

Bora enters a train of thought, still looking at the Djin. Probacon…what outstanding effort thee bringeth forth. Thou have proven thy worth and all else.

Verily, thou art a potential beyond potentials, and the agent of thine own path…

Then, the demigod began to walk away, concluding his thoughts. E’en still…

‘Tis something to see that…with that innate self…one o’ a chaotic turmoil…leaveth thus fate in a great place o’ limbo.

Suddenly, Dgiag teleported into the Field, right next to the battle's victor.

"Salutations on your victory, Bora. (Honestly, I expected no less)." He stated, though rather unenthusiastically.

"In all truth…thou should’st be just congratulating me. For greatly near to a fall wast I.”

"Whatever do you mean!? Surely, you had not a doubt–.”

《He defied the odds…》

"That child's defiance…” He stated, pointing to Probacon's spot with a mildly shaky hand. "His defiance…almost bested me."

《He's proven his self, and yet, even when there is much to do…》

Probacon, despite his loss and laying on the ground, carried only a slight smile, serving as the final conclusion. "All I had…more ‘luck’…"

《Even in defeat, he smiles brightly…》

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