> Plugged into life's circuit. Expectancy, denoted.

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Yurupt, continuing from before, would promptly raise his blade overhead of himself in attempt of another swing. Then performing a roughly clockwise motion, he switched the weapon's momentum, now swinging it at Draxo laterally with a force relative to his previous try.

But Draxo put up his left forearm, stonewalling the sword's plasma blade with it, and also gaining essentially no damage or harm on that arm, for it was solidified into that which the blade could not slice to, all to the unnerving of the Sarhun he battled, due to both his nonchalance and unwavering defence.

He made himself invulnerable!! Yurupt slyly speculated, with a wide grin for a guise.

"Your grasp of All-Tools is quite pristine, however…" Draxo began to confer, still wary of his opposition's various devices.

"That will not cut it!!!" A powerful psychokinetic wave was unleashed from him, and to much addling of both Yurupt and Drachi, it launched the Sarhun elsewhere.

The Pillar then turned to Drachi, who was suddenly caught by the unexpected switch of attention to him. "And you?" What will you do next?"

Initially, his eyes were stricken with indecision as they looked at Draxo, and he found himself speechless. Draxo returned his stare with a questioning one, waiting impatiently for his answer.

Drachi then calmed himself, breathing in a sigh to alleviate himself.

And finally, he looked up, disrespectfully at that. "A. R. Bo."

《Arbo speak.》

His words sent a wave of perplexity, leaving questions in the minds of those who could not understand or speak the language.

But a number were quick to decipher the statement. "Telling a Grandmaster Entity to ‘kiss your rear’?" Noot said, with a tinge of amusement in his voice, aside David, who in contrast was deeply unamused. "Bold. Crude. And foolish.”

Draxo smirked, and chuckled. "...Stupendous.”

Then in a moment unequivocally rapid, with force equivalent to a dually factored supernova, Draxo catapulted an astonished Drachi back. But the force’s travel would not end there, and greatly devastated the flat top end of the astronomic hemispherical platform they battled on.

Suddenly, Yurupt appeared behind Draxo, greatly airborne as well, with concentrated ki in the midst of sideward cupped hands which he had placed in front of himself.

"~PREZI FLASH!!!~"

Draxo's eyes widened as he perceived the cardinal power of the coming energy, as himself and the surrounding environment surely became enveloped by the bright light emanated by it.

The beam would reach its area of intended target, impacting a tremoring destruction there.

Yurupt flew back down to the ground, thudding onto it on one knee and one clenched hand.

Suddenly, Draxo transposed to another location as though he found no bother or affect by Yurupt's prior attack, with the Sarhun catching onto his action immediately.

Now his gestures began to shift, and a slightly more direct Yurupt was present. "All-Meridian…" "Do you sense it, Sarhun Jester?"

Yurupt gazed at the Pillar upon hearing that question, indicative of puzzlement through drooping eyes and an opened mouth.

"If you mean the ground beneath us slowly changing size, then…” "Not just that.”

He peered his eyes at Yurupt with a gaze of intense statement. "The collective dynamism of us three alone…"

"Was enough to mould this realm into one of four-dimensional proportions.” His words were fact truly, for the platform they now battled upon had become once again a spacetime construct, with them in an unaccountably minute part of it all.

"I suppose…" Yurupt said as he looked upwards with a hand on his hip.

In an instant, he was attacked by forces of magic, managing to evade by a hair's breadth. “Whoa!” Draxo was also simultaneously attacked, where in his case it was plant life in extensions and creations.

The assailant was Drachi, attacking Yurupt with the forces, and extending his limbs and creating plants, carrying some vague degrees of temper in his lour. "Arbo!"

"Don't worry. We didn't forget you!,” exclaimed Draxo, proceeding to forcefully clench his fist.

Suddenly, the left side of Drachi was instantly attacked, transmogrified into steaming vapour in an instant. "Nngh!"

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Yurupt made use of the present opportunity to summon another weapon, a strange turtle shell of magenta and cream coloration, covered with spikes and possessing a set of wings. He grunted as he threw it in Draxo's direction withs swerves to its motions.

It stopped once it had reached just above Draxo, beginning to hover and spin over him and making a high-pitched siren sound.

Then it swiftly detonated, with visuals and a rippling strong enough to send a strong gust Yurupt’s way, ruffling his apparel as it went by him.

Before he could do anything more, he was attacked, by something of a violet viscous liquid which seemed to head in just one direction.

Drachi, using some other power of the Meridian, had created a "sea snake of pure poison" to buffet Yurupt, confident in its dealing as well. "Arbo.”

The construct crashed Yurupt into the surrounding elevations, boring him through each and every one with violent exertions.

“HAAAAAAHHH!!!” Yurupt screamed with a powerful fervour, abruptly releasing explosive energy which caused the poisonous construct to splatter all over the area.

Then, racing towards at speeds that far exceed fulgor, Yurupt flung himself at that very opponent.

They clashed, Drachi just faring to react in time to obstruct the Sarhun's incoming fist.

That clash quickly turned into melee combat, as a variety of strikes of visibly varying combat styles were exchanged; Yurupt's of unarmed Bartistu-like style, and Drachi's of a Capoeira flow. It was a long-winded exchange, as their two selves even moved across parts of the battlefield. One where evasive movements were of critical extent, where any strike could prove fatal. One where brutal strikes were attempted, but swift evasion would prevail.

And so did their spell of combative employment go on, in spite of no real damages or advantages arising in accordance with the battle's necessities. But for its engaging and artful nature, the audiences watched in great pleasure.

But their exchange would not be everlasting, interrupted by something suddenly landing powerfully between the duo, prompting a momentary retraction from both.

It was Draxo, now physically much larger than before, with a protruding symbol of his watch's bezel and face on his chest.

"Ahhh. I recognize that. Would this be ‘Ultimate Draxo’? Or ‘Ultimate Ultimate Draxo’? (Due to the whole Pillar thing and all.)" Yurupt asked with a jestful demeanour, indicating to the transformed being.

Draxo paid him no heed though, instead heading towards an unexpecting Drachi, which undoubtedly ruffled Yurupt’s feathers. "HEY, AT LEAST ANSWER BEFORE RUNNING OFF!!!”

Carrying on towards his opponent, Draxo began to concentrate the Meridian at its purest in a palm.

Manipulating the physical forces around himself, Drachi propelled himself into the above in avoidance of the coming assault.

The duo of Draxo and Yurupt immediately reacted to this, preparing to counteract that evasive movement.

But Drachi himself looked to them, viewing their next tactic in them, and preparing his own countermove.

"~ROYALS: Time Stop!~,” yelled Yurupt as he extended his slightly bent index finger forward, and a Nimbus much like that which Draxo had used against Nikhe with some differences propped up behind him.

"~Chasm Rein.~,” said Draxo with casual mannerisms, lifting up that palm and hand covered with a pure and near-translucent energy.

"~Arbo!~,” exclaimed Drachi as he swung a hand inward near his chest, and it appeared as if he had dragged the very fabrics near him with that hand.

As a result, time became halted in their ambiance, for all three individuals made primed use of varying chronostatic abilities.

But none were affected, all three putting up resistances of the effects of said techniques. And so they exchanged glances from each of their elevations, lying in wait for the end of this hook.

And upon undoing the time stoppages, each being ran towards a shared pivot point, ready to properly continue their engagement.

"Woohoo! Go, everyone, go!,” exclaimed Wok in the Fourth Round section, aside Probacon who peered quizzically at him in consideration of his most recent behaviour. "You're awfully cheery…”

The Ghouling would turn to Probacon to reply, placing a hand on the latter’s shoulder. "Eh, who cares? Life is too short to focus on such trivial matters that have now passed.” "(Says the semi-immortal…)”

"And besides…Dragon, a fellow Ghouling, and my mew faw Erupt are in a contest. What's not to celebrate?" His words did not impress Probacon to any degree nonetheless, as the Djin glared at him continuously when he turned back to the projection, dumbfounded at the amazing capability Wok displayed to swiftly forget stuff.

Then, the Ghouling came to an inconveniencing thought. "Hey wait…"

"How did I meet 'Rupt?!?" He questioned in shock, slapping his palms onto his cheeks. Probacon responded with a faint grumble while looking nervously at Wok.

"Also, you forget the dude they're fighting…" "...Arbo?” Wok replied in a half-joking tone, making a face of confusion, added with a finger being stuck in his ear, irritating the Djin even more. Of course!

"Just kidding! That's just the language of most Arbo across the omniverse, so…" "Oh yeah, forgot you are pretty learned beneath all...that…"

"But regardless…even with how I am right here and now…"

With far calmer tones and expressions, he spoke, with a calm and gentle air to truly carry his words. "I can still enjoy something like this. So…"

"I'm happy, faw.”

Probacon stared at him, astonished by many things, but most especially that air he carried there and then.

He himself would then also look forward, now brightly beaming due to what he had seen, and how it made him feel. I guess...that's the true Wok right there.

"Yeah. Me too."

Meanwhile, the triple threat carried on within the platform, growing more intense ever so swiftly. All three brought all their tools to the front, battling for greater supremacy. They now went face-to-face yet again, with eyes charged with intensity and auras flared with vehemence…

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